Taking it easy on the weekends here, translated…
Back then, when I found this house, one of the primary reasons why I loved it was because it had a lanai that separated us from the rest of the world, looking out from there, there was the green mountains and hilltops, and when the weather’s clear in the evenings, I can also gaze up and see those stars too. And, with two old wooden chairs, a small wooden table, that, was our own little corner on the weekends.
On the weekends, we’d steeped up a kettle of hot tea, or crack open a bottle of red wine, with the books we picked up last week, not yet finished, accompanied by the shiny stars and the moonlight too. This sort of quiet environment became our special kind of healing from the world. And, we’d often get caught up in small chit chat as well, and, our laughter and words of conversation became the best kind of background music.
We’d laughed and call this balcony as the place where a famous poet had died, and, after awhile, we’d started asking one another, “Same place on Friday evening again?”
Ever since we’d found the place where a famous poet died, we are no longer as rejecting to blue Mondays as we used to be. During this time of peace and quiet, and of recharging, all of our hardship had found a way to be alleviated, and, it’d allowed us to get more energetic too, so we can face whatever comes our ways during the week.
And so, you need a place to “recharge” on the weekends, and, because you live in the cities, you must improvise, and you had, and that, is making great adjustments, and this, is what we, modern day people often needs.