A windy day

I'm sitting in the veranda. On the desk, only my computer where I'm writing these words. In front of me, the intense light of a cold windy and sunny day. 

Maybe, one of these days I'll go out for a short walk. Maybe. It depends on the weather.
 

A short list of things I should do (but I surely won't do):

• put my books in order above all those I've just read and I'm about to read
• organize my Cds
• write a personal biography about the time I was a child
• definitively cancel the no-use things in this computer
• neat the garden

 Some special and particularly intelligent thought in mind? Not at all. No thoughts

Only the noise of wind filling anything.