At half past 6, most people are in their haste.
Waiting for the next bus,
anxiety painted on their faces.
I don’t have time for that.
I’m too busy trying to capture
the orange and yellows of sunset.
Struggling to document how the clouds
can change their colour palette
within seconds.
Amazed that the same view
from my bus stop
reveals different image of those
orange lemon skies.
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While reading this one, I’m reminded of something.. ahm.. it’s a secret
Wow.. you have a copy of Haruki Murakami’s IQ84. Actually I’m a late bloomer Murakami reader and I’m finishing The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles.