The bright light at the end of your blue day is a poorly maintained, rarely used basketball court in the sticks. I am scared of pick up and am also deeply not competitive, but shooting hoops ALONE for hours on end is pure untouchable joy. The abandoned court in a small park in my hometown is perfect for this but there must be thousands of courts exactly like it. Bonus if you go on days in the 50s or light rain when absolutely no sane person is at the park. You do not need to be even remotely talented at basketball to indulge in this ritual.
Requires:
Playlist, speaker, ball.