from 《The Barron in the Trees》

"For the two of them, all this was just a moment, a glance. Then Viola left the smoke from the shacks mingling with the evening shadows and the cries of women and children behind her, to gallop among the pines on the beach.

Beyond was the sea. A faint clatter of stones. It was dark. The clatter became a hammer: the pony raced along sriking sparks against the pebbles. From the low twisted branches of a pine tree my brother looked at the clear-cut shadow of the fair girl across the beach.
From the black sea rose a wave with a faint crest -- it curled higher, advanced all white, broke and grazed the shadow of the horse and girl racing at full spead; Cosimo on the pine tree found his face wet with salty spray.
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一个周末的琐事，清洁买菜洗衣服办事，一切都因为能有两个小时在咖啡馆读到这样的文字而值得。

抱怨一下

心情极度不好。

老板同事都要出去度假，剩下我一个人吭哧吭哧的面对一堆边角碎料的无聊问题，都是那些可以预见需要GOOGLE M次，调试N此就能/才能完成的问题。自觉效率低下，创造力为零，兴趣动力为零，幽默感为零，难道这就是传说中民工的感觉？

生活似乎只剩下担忧和责任，担忧的人事远在够不着的时间空间，而手边可以做到的事情全是不得不抗在肩上的责任。

和朋友聊天疏解其实也觉得没什么可以说的，有位小朋友一定要知道有什么事情不开心，张了张口却懒怠说；或许终于不再年轻了吧，不开心的事情不再是什么可以炫耀的际遇，只是生活的一地鸡毛，一声叹息。

out of hibernation

重新更新，
实在不行一句话moment of the day也行。