water
Don't know if it's the swim or the smell of clean air after the rain, but am feeling consciously very alive now--in a good way though. Because once you get out of the pool, stomach tells you it needs food. As K acutely describes, tonight's supper time resembled the chapter in Alice in the Wonderland where Alice accidentally bumps into an absurd afternoon tea party with three lunatics--nonsense dialogue throughout. S generously gave me two corns and half a Banger sausage (exquisite taste), plus my pasta and Italian herbs--dinner was yum. The freedom of munching on whatever you like and the ability to go anywhere you want, well, at least walk, jump and swim, makes me think of my grandma, who's recently only restricted to the patch of her bed. She's complaining why doesn't God let her pass away in peace? Whilst hoping that she will eventually recover, at least not in pain, death wish is a luxury one cannot afford.