Extrovert – Introvert (4 of 4)

He put the book in his lap and gazed out at the sunshine. A blackbird whistled in the walnut tree and a squirrel ran away with his plunder. So much life, he thought. Maybe he should go for a walk in the forest, while it was still such fine weather? Then again, he might meet someone and he was not in the mood for talking. He leaned back into his armchair with a content sigh and let his eyes wander across the living room and up to the face of the grandfather clock. It had been two hours already. He smiled. It was not as if he had anything else he needed to do today. So he picked up his book again and let himself be drawn into the words and the world they created in his mind.

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