What’s the deal here?
Birds are chirping on a lonely evening. The bright sky, a sort of opaque white, feels pretty humid, due to a rain that didn’t rain to its fullest. That’s the sort of thing that would happen when you don’t do things all the way. A half-baked bread, they say, or a lopsided tricycle. A bicycle it is not, nor is it a tuktuk.
Well, I’m stuck here in this kind of weather, though my mind is clear and straightforward. Oh, yes it is. Like a light bulb in a fog-filled cubicle. You get what I mean.
Today’s a special day. I finally met a friend whom I’d been longing to meet. I like him. We’ve must been friends for as long as we remember, or even longer than we remember. But he’s grown up quite a bit.
That surprised me quite a bit.
On the way back I walked in the rain. Tap. Tap. It’s one of those days I don’t have my green umbrella with me.
My eyes are green, too, by coincidence.
So is my flip-flops, by coincidence.
AND my pants (กางเกงเล), by coincidence.
No, green is not my favorite color. I know what you’re thinking.
It’s a pretty pointless post. Thanks for bearing with me.