BOREDOM KICKS IN

i miss the bikes. i miss the cars. i miss roundings.
i miss suppers.
i miss the night breeze.
i miss facing the waters.
i miss quietness on streets.
i miss wearing caps, jackets, shorts and slippers together.
i miss hanging out til the yawns.

i miss doing these things in the wee hours of the nights.

yet, i'm just too unobliging, full of excuses, choosy and lazy.