Quiet Morning
2005.10.02 7:27

Very recently I had three 'first times', of course I am 44 I've got scarce things to be left undone yet so they are not exactly the first times but first times in 2 months, 6 months, 8 years - none of them are so fantastic as I stated as 'first time'.
One was I met my girlfriend for the first time in 2 months, second is I spent Saturday night for the first time in 6 months, the third was I took a short journey in suburb behind my city.
I met her for the first time since I met last in July, after that she left for Australia for summer break, although I got an email in 24th of August I was unable to see her because I was on duty, and one week ago we were supposed to see but because of the overwhelming accumulated fatigues I was unable to visit her. But this time for the first time I was able to visit her in eleven p.m. and left her residence in nine a.m. next morning. We had enough time to enjoy.
Because I was working overnightly twice in a week, I have been spending precious Saturday nights in my former office but now I quit my job so for the first time in 6 months I was able to spend calm night in my residence. It was a perfect night to take a rest, I went to bed before 10 p.m. and woke up 5 a.m. that's why I titled this journal as 'Quiet Morning'.
On the way back home from her apartment house I took course different than ordinary course, usually I take coastal route but yesterday I took inner route. (I live in a 4 millon commuter area, so train route forms loops or rounds. ) I enjoyed greens from the windows of the commuter train.
None of them was new to me any more, but as time passes more and more I feel appreciated I can feel ordinary things as ordinary, probably that's the most important thing in our life.