Like every other Sunday, I work. Like every other Sunday, I'm alone in the office. It's peaceful, though, sometime it makes me feel lonely. But not today.
I see the half full cup of coffee and the stain at the edge.
I see the half page written notebook and a headset.
It's just purely lovely scene or I would say my favorite things.
And I smile.
Typing from my laptop, sipping from a cup of coffee, listen to the song that I like, doing what I love to do.
I am living my life.