An Unordinary Monday

Life

It is a rare opportunity indeed to take off work on any Monday. It may be just an extra day on an ordinary weekend but feels like a vacation. It is an entire day you can do anything you wanted with out any interruption.

An average weekend in the city are usually full of obligations and schedules, can hardly call it relaxing. Even when we have a long weekend because of public holidays, it is usually filled with extra activities, regardless if you are single or with family of your own, therefore a day by yourself when everyone is at work is one of those time should be treasured. Granted if you are not in bed because of a hang over.

An extra day off is mental as well as physical rejuvenation. You know that you can stay up a little later than usual because you do not need to crawl out of bed before the sunrises. Secondly while the world is hustling their way thru the city, you can enjoy your cup of coffee and watch the news. There is nothing there to hurry you to get somewhere or do something. There will be a no gym, no obligations. Do whatever your heart desire. These kind of luxuries are usually reserved only for retirees.

I took a walk down a neighborhood street I do not frequent often. It is strange to experience the empty restaurants and cafés. There were a few souls inside taking their time reading the morning papers. It is rather surreal to walk through a popular neighborhood so empty. There were a group of ladies from the suburban walking along side me. I suppose they were going to the film festival. They were in no hurry to going anywhere, just enjoying each other’s company. It was also a misty foggy morning in the early spring, a little chill in the air, like weather in London. I found it rather romantic except is not quite noon yet, a little too early to have a glass of sherry.

The feeling is more than surreal, I feel like an outsider looking in. I can see but not feel. Surrounded by it, and yet not really belong in it. Like looking at a painting without engaging in the imagery. I have no particular destination to get to, nor appointment to keep. There was neither conversation to make nor any burden of worries in my heart; my brain is nothing but a blank sheet of paper. Raindrops running down my face, my pants was a little dampened, but what a refreshing feeling that was.

As I stroll down the street, checking out interesting window designs, and restaurant menus. I even notice a few landmark buildings I would have otherwise missed the architectural details. The feeling inside me was divine. Until my mobile started ringing, I should have left the annoying device at home as I often did.

My self-isolation was interrupted; I suppose that is the price to pay for living in a modern society.

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