It's early evening and it's quietly raining outside, making atmosphere gracefully tranquil. I'm on the bring of falling asleep. Worn, yet not dismantled. Just a night that was a bit longer than necessary. And litres of mojito; they seemed never-ending. It felt good. It was.
Few strokes in the swimming pool again, nude and beaming, halfway through the night. Refreshing and redeeming. As were two beautiful babes around me. None of them to be charmed, though. Nevermind? I do. 'Cos I wouldn't mind.
Switching down the engines after 2 am. I could go on, of course, the only thing needed was to step aside for a second and blow. And come back with a vengeance. I decided not to. Maybe some other night and maybe not at all. I'm broken enough 24 hours later anyway.
Listening to Rachmaninov does it for me on the days like this.
