For a reason, it’s called Sunday chair. Inclined on a Sunday chair, I listen to the music and stare into the walls. The blank stare into the walls reminds me of the flow. It's uncomfortable to sit and do nothing. Can we take pleasure to sit in calmness?
Sit and witness the world flow, the birds doing its business, the air that’s changing its dynamics according to the heat of the sun. The trees swooshing leaves to the air. The presence of beings and it's the effect on the environment.
What’s time for these trees and birds? I measure the time by year, season, day, and night. How do these creatures live accordingly??