in the late afternoon

In my childhood and early teens, I used to go swimming in the nearby swimming pool or in the river. I loved the light and color of the air after swimming: it was about 3 or 4 in the afternoon. The color was just about the same as that in this picture. It invites me to feel sleepy and made my heart thump from kind of nostalgie. I was in between two thoughts: I have no home to come back and I could go anywhere I like; It's time to go home.

Now I love taking siesta, or catnap, in the afternoon in summer in this rather hot, humid room. I fall asleep reading something or just day dreaming. I wake up gradually mostly from weird feeling. I get up in full sweat, to regret having wasted my precious time, but at the same time I just love it: that moment reminds me of those childhood summer days which I mentioned above, memories not particularly special. That moment is also very alike that which I had during my school days. In the afternoon I couldn't resist sleepiness and fell asleep in the class, waking up feeling ennui and having no sense of where I was. I miss those old days sometimes, but not so enough to feel that I wish to go back, to be young again. Some odd steps led me where I am, to this pendent state where I can't call myself something concrete. Which seems just the same as this time of a summer day: at 3 or 4 in the late afternoon. I love it.

I just wanted to write about my favorite time, and I wandered around to lose the track. Well forgive me; it's my blog, my space for murmuring and letting out miscellaneous things that I have in mind.