It is the first day of summer. I sit in my room this evening - having not gone out for a change - with my windows open and the fan going at full speed. No mosquitoes bother me yet, but the sounds of the city suburb reach my ears: cars returning their masters home for the night; the occasional water truck delivering water to neighboring buildings; music from the TVs of various homes.

Someone is have a barbeque tonight. I can smell the roasting meat through the humid air.

A light breeze drifts through my open window. Things seems peaceful here tonight. I wonder what' happening up in the north. Two more soildiers were killed yesterday. Jets flew over the city today as well.

But life seems mundane here tonight. I, who long for continuous excitement and adventure, am content with the ordinary this evening.