It was neither foggy nor humid this morning. The viewing distance extended to the mega towers at the rear side of the park in front of the cloudy sky. The meditating group was meditating on the small circular cushions when I arrived at the viewing platform. I soon reached the arch column finding a small pool of water gathered at the bottom where I used to stay for painting. I covered it with a plastic and turned open the umbrella protecting my back while the water kept dripping form the rooftop. The fresh scenery infused me with a clear mind to measure the stairs at the front simply. In order to settle my irritating stomach, I tried to pay most of my attention painting the stairs. Yet I subconsciously painted from memory rather than observation. The orange round ball of the sun appeared like an egg yoke rising upon the cloudy sky. And the long and vague shadows of the towers cast on the pasture becoming short and dense as the sun rising up beyond the mega towers.