Sometimes I go retro. On Sundays when the road is clear, I drive my car slowly, as being drawn by a horse, I watch American Graffiti on TV and I read a vintage magazine about furniture in the 50s.
I use an old citrus juicer to make orange juice, I turn on the radio and listen Nothing to lose, an old soundtrack brought alive by Dimitri from Paris, blended with jazz, it is a nice state of mind that fills an entire day.
I don't feel the need to go shopping at the mall, I know an old shop where one could barely fit two or three people, it smells like varnished wood and you are served by a little red haired young lady with big round eyes who is afraid to smile lest she loses concentration when she gives you the change.
It is getting late, I sip my coffee and I watch a slide with black and white pictures from Africa, an elephant covered by mud, a boy with arrows, an old man crouched on the ground in the scorching sun.
We can afford to be lazy sometimes. Not too much, just for the sake of good old times.