The blue sky streaked with the blothches of white clouds,swaying with the breeze and sunshine from the start of the day.But the bluish tinge of Monday keeps me craving for a languished start as the mind also relinquishes the activity of the day.
The house is empty as the other two members leave for their respective works,allocating loads of mess and chore for me.The loneliness and serenity of the house resonates a pang of despair until the nest is replenished with clamouring noise and high-pitched rhapsody,embracing love and abundant activity.
The slothful mind and body are overcast with a spell which drags them to temporal and spatial inactivity,similar to the lotos eater.
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| All round the coast the languid air did swoon, | 5 |
| Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. | |
| Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; | |
| And, like a downward smoke, the slender stream | |
| Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem." Extract from Alfred Lord Tennyson's THE LOTOS-EATERS. |
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