As the sun casting lazily on the ground, the eyelids of mine are getting heavy.
Mind you that afternoon siesta per se is not my hobby.
Just everything is so inviting:
the rhythmic traffic sounds outside my window,
the gentle caress of the breeze flowing thru the doorway,
all weaved into a lullaby that has me trapped inside.
And I, am in no hurry to go anywhere.
Which hobby nourishes you the best?