June 8+1, 2017
I think I will never have bad Friday morning, ever.
The weekend ahead that I can do whatever I feel like without any disturbance means a lot.
No need to hurry home.
No need to worry about lunchbox.
No need to force myself to sleep before noon.
Free to wander around.
Free to explore cafés.
Free to have plans for the weekend ahead.
Free to not have any plans.
This morning, I walked around my work and ended up at St Ann’s Square, where there are countless flowers for the victims of Arena Bombing.
What a beautiful scene.