How wonderful when the office cooled down,
a heavenly cold front, I could breathe, spared
the shame of passing out while trying to work,
how marvellous when June told me to leave be-
fore getting caught in congested traffic - when
I left motorists were already aggressive
High on adrenaline after a magnificent day I
drove with reckless abandon, joyously over-
taking all obstacles and competing with taxis,
speeding in every possible lane - Friday was
simply the best day in a million years - cool
weather spells pure happiness…
21 September 2013
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