My Sunday

Last night, the loud sound of lighting plucked me out from my thin sleep. Not once but several times, the furious sky cried. Then, the wrath turned into rain, lashing the dry earth with full force. My windowpane wasn’t spared. But listening to the constant crackle from my bed was a blessing in disguise. My sleep soon returned.

This morning, the skies are still grey, rain threatens any moment, and the wind, not to be outdone, swoops freely. This all means my Sunday plans, to play tennis, to go walking along the canals from near where I stay to Camden Town, a walk to over an hour, lies in ruins. I’m trying to think of alternatives, but the only good thing to do is sit down and write this, and hope the elusive sun returns.

Sundays are always action packed days for me. I don’t want to be lazy today. I’m not one of those people who bring home large chunky newspaper and spend entire day reading it. I want to do something, and if nothing else, then at least clean the house or tend the garden. But yesterday, I left no stone unturned as I mercilessly scrubbed all the floors, windows, and the walls. Everything is spotless now. In fact, it shines. The house has been morphed, from a grimy edifice. It took me over two hours, and I needed a help from a friend to complete the task.

I was a proud man when, after finished work, with hands on my hips I was looking up at the house. It felt like your nerdy daughter had just changed into a glitzy, glamour girl.

In the morning, I opened my window to allow some air to come inside, so that it’d refresh my room. I was surprised that overnight the wind had become chillier. It disconcerted me in fact. I always feel it’s one of life’s the great tragedies to see summer end and winter creeping in. This summer, my life couldn’t have been better. From concerts in the park to air shows, outdoor camping, it was filled with activities. But now, the season is changing. Though autumn isn’t quite here, it’s almost over. The verdant garden of my house, as I look down from the window, is changing colour. I remember on Tuesday looking down from the window and thinking I felt like an autumn leaf. I had cold, fever, my strength was waning. Just like the leaf I was ready to fall off. But the wonders of the modern day medicine stepped in. I get to live. The leaves don’t.

But Hurray! as write this, the sun is trying to break through. The blue sky peaks through as clouds scuttle by. Perhaps my plans may materialize. My Sunday might be rescued. Yesterday, I was home all day. I need to go out today. I need to play tennis. I’ve always enjoyed the sports, and the game is like a addiction to me. I can’t bare Sunday without my tennis.