Its after a night at work.
I see families taking a splash in the pool, glistening in the sun, rubber duckies and inflatables in tow, fathers teaching sons how to swim, laughter wafting through the air.
I spy a young couple, all sweaty but happy, jogging along the pavement, boyfriend egging on girfriend, giggling and gagging, Just Do-ing It.
At the coffee-shop, I am surrounded by blurry-eyed old folk, some still in half-pyjamas, sipping coffee and reading the papers, glasses perched precariously on noses.
Cars don't seem to be blaring their horns, the marketing
makciks are out in full force, and the church bells behind my apartment are a ding-dong-ing.
Somehow, things are moving slow.
There is a unhurried, unrushed, momentum to the day.
Feels like a Sunday.
Actually it is.
I may have forgotten what the 'Sabbath' feels like.
Have you?