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The day kicked off with a gloomy vibe - the skies draped in a dark, brooding black, and the wind throwing a wild tantrum, like it had a beef with the world. Getting myself to the darn station felt like wrestling a stubborn giant. The wind, oh boy, it just wouldn't quit, yanking at me like it had a score to settle.

I kept my head down, figuring it was the smart move. Why invite more trouble from the weather gods? But then, I threw caution to the tempestuous wind and dared to lift my eyes. And what I saw hit me like a freight train.

There, in that instant, a hushed tranquility settled over everything. The far-off city lights painted a dreamy picture, and the boats out on the water sparkled like lost fireflies. Waves crashing on the shore played a wild symphony, nature's unplugged concert, you know? It brought to mind those lyrics from that Battiato song, "Sequenze e Frequenze," where they croon about sitting on a wall, watching the sea, and ships passing by. There was this sense of acceptance in realizing that sometimes, that's all you really need.

Anyway, turns out my train decided to ghost me today. So, there I was, stuck in work-from-home mode, watching the day unfold like clockwork. Same old tasks, the usual grind, little moments of victory, and this nagging feeling that it was finally Friday. Tomorrow, we'll wake up with one simple wish – to do nothing, to fully embrace the art of chillin'.