Wednesday morning before midday, the weather is cloudy and the air has not yet begun to heat, occasionally the wind sofly breeze. After my business was over at a state health center asking me to leave my own urine in a small, unfilled plactic bottle for inspection. I took a break to enjoy a bowl of cold “Tape” (fermented paste food made of cassava) with coconut milk and a little red sugar syrup, under the sandbox tree.
Under the sandbox tree,
Line up streetfood stand near city park. One of my favorite spot to freshen up a dry throat or just simply enjoying city views passing the time before re-clustering with thousands of people with all their affairs today before finally called it a day and went back home.
Under the sandbox tree,
While I greeted the saleslady I found She right in front of me.
She, just a few seconds apart, was able to stretch the time dimension, because of his graceful figure, slowed down my every move.
She, just a few seconds apart, was able to condense the air, because of his amiable smile, smothering every breath I had.
She, just a few seconds apart, was able to contrast light, because her young reddish cheeks, radiating my gaze toward her.
Under the sandbox tree,
My mind is uncertainly going crazy. Carelessly I chose to sit with my back to her. Fear of keep pretending to look the other way when we just barely looked at each other, embarrassed and then turned awkwardly.
Under the sandbox tree,
The withered leaves doused with the sunlight reflection coming through between the leaves of the lush trees. Her figure seemed to be embraced by the aurora rouse from the north pole horizon radiated beautifully from behind his body. How wasn’t I fascinated she made me.
Occasionally I glance sideways looking for her figure at the corner of my eyes or adjust the angle of the laptop screen to see her reflection. All would end up worthless it if this opportunity I passed before without knowing it She went away.
Maybe this is it, the crossroads of fate I've been looking for. Probably She is right now on the other side of the road, waiting for someone to greet her white, soft hand to be guided, walk the same path together..
I’m going to finished this writing and stand up leave everything on the table.
Turn my back, and
Walk toward,
She
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