It got dark once again.
It was starting to get tiresome. I could not really explain why. It used to be something to look forward to, the darkness I mean, since the darkness's arrival meant that it was yet the end of another day and was therefore the official signal that one could legitimately take a break from the day's labours without any guilt. But now it felt like a chore; the end of the day, the start of mandatory leisure activities, not all of them leisurely.
If an activity is no longer leisurely, is it still a leisure activity?
Darkness... it matched my mood. Imperfectly of course, but close enough to be noticed. I fumed for no reason.
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