Written on 10 November 2018
Kwame despised leisure time. As he sat in front of the £1,200 TV he never watched trying to “binge” like the rest of his colleagues always talked about, but his eyes kept on being drawn to the window.
The sun was at a low angle and reflected off the neighbour's conservatory, catching him in his peripheral vision.
He felt a great sadness. A mourning, like this day was going to be the last day the sun shined, and he had spent it watching overrated TV.
All was not lost, though. There was an hour left of the day. He thought about going for a walk on the common. It wasn't far, and he could watch the sunset from the ridge, warm in his winter coat, listening to some music or an audio book. Take a coffee with him.
Instead he checked his emails. Two needed urgent attention. Once he'd dealt with them the sun had gone. He went and opened a beer, sat back down in front of the television and checked his emails again, his worry about the sun never rising again slowly fading, and replaced with office concerns. He stayed up for another few hours, ate some leftovers and went to bed. Tomorrow was Sunday.