I stood outside and everything was nice. Nice blue sky above, nice slight breeze cooling me off, nice silence so unobtrusive, nice slightly damp feeling from the memories of morning, nice whitish clouds drifting from west to east, seagulls arriving and a bunch of cars trying to find a parking place, and don't forget that there are those leather back turtles swimming from who knows where to the Galapagos Islands, oblivious of this situation but that is for the best. Human thought versus nature's way of thinking and/or accepting. Standing outside is pretty darn good, as long as I do not get too involved with the intricacies of what is supposed to happen, or not. It will happen or it will not happen.