It's Sunday. The week ahead isn't going to be a lot of fun, but right now I'm not thinking about that. The weather's perfect. A steady, warm breeze reminds me that I'm living in the tropics again.
I sit on the patio with my wife for most of the afternoon, reading "Of Human Bondage" by Somerset Maugham. In December, when it will be cold and dark back in Ukraine, I'll still be able to spend my Sunday afternoons like this.
The view is soothing. I love the sweeping leaves of tropical plants, and the way the wind sets them into motion.