It's like clock work. Every day, at 2 PM, it starts to rain. And it stops at precisely 3.30 PM. Everyday.
I spent the one and a half hour of rain at a golf course, talking to three old men, aged between 70 to DOA. We were stranded at the driving range.

Not that it would take impossible amount of effort to get in the car and drive back to work, but the rain gave us very good excuse to not to go to work.
And just hang out.

A LOT of topics were discussed... from politics... economy... sports... and yeah, a LOT of golf talk.
And I discovered that one of the old gentleman lived right next to where I work. About 300 meters down the road.

I finally have a golfing buddy next to my office!
How nice... Really... It was so nice to make a golfing friend who lives so close to where I am most of the day.

And it got me to think about where I am, most of the day.

WHERE am I? What is next to me? What kind of environment are you in? What's the weather like? What does it smell like? And what does it look like?
Well, I can't tell you how it smells like, but I can tell you how it LOOKS like.



I am surrounded by this. The green. The water. The sun and the trees.

I am surrounded by people who live here.

I am spending my time in the middle of this.



There's a tree over there.

I am standing in its presence.



This is what I see every day.

And here lives a 70 years old man, who plays golf with me.
^___^

After the rain, everything went very quiet.

May be it was the deafening noise the rain made as it hit the tin can roof of the driving range,
TATATATATATATATATATATATATA-------- !!!

Like fire cracker going off on Chinese New Year's day, the occassional thunder emphasizing the similarity.

And just like somebody had finally remembered to turn off the focet, the rain stopped, and so did our conversation... about golf... age... and everything else the Thai people talk about when they start talking.

The good stuff.

Anyway...

I found these on my way back to my office.