Random Days at Dusk

Back home, in California, dusk doesn’t really end the day. And at half-past four, as it is now, it’s certainly not this dark. I’ve missed an entire Saturday to sleep; we stayed up playing computer games, and I talked to Kim on MSN all the while till somewhere around 7:30 in the morning, when the sky looked pretty much as it does now. Parks, museums, and some stores are getting ready to close; some busses are finishing their run, and anyway, it’s not very interesting to explore in the dark. Back home, I might now consider still going to the beach, or going to a concert (maybe a free one at the Jimmy Kimmel show, or to the Troubadour), or just driving to some place at random; Kim, Lacy, and one or two of Kim’s friends would be there, and we’d be stuffing our faces with Hawaiian bread and listening to loud music. Or, if I were with Megan, we’d probably be going out for onion soup at the French Market while planning the next day in Disneyland.

Maybe it’s because I don’t know enough about London quite yet that I could be so bored at this moment. Maybe it’s because the only novel thing that I’d like to do at this moment is to finally visit Regent Park (and it must be closed by now). But at this moment, the reddening sky is a most depressing sight.