mellow afternoon

Afternoon sun is casting a very long sunbeam across my desk.... people strolling to their cars are casting tall, masai-like shadows.... the university car park itself is emptying faster than you can say 'pub'... the song I am listening to would make a good soundtrack for a tragic love story about a melancholic Irishman and a sad eyed flamenco dancert... it is making me want to put on a flowing white nightie and cry underneath a waterfall... a fan heater is making soothing white noise, and blowing a sensuous and whooshy breeze at me... the sunbeam is warming my arm to a pleasantly warm temperature... my eyes are half closed... and I'm feeling super-mellow... the cosmos is whispering to me 'go home, go home'... like some sort of zen conch shell...