It rained as if it had never rained before.
Leaves tangoed as if they had never moved in old days.
He was touring Saigon on his little contemporary velocipede.
Not a orchestral one, but a piano solo version of Mozart’s “Minuet in D K355-576B” from the earphones could simply bring enough all inspirational ingredients for today.
He doesn’t like Mozart though, it pops up randomly from the song list. Maybe this is a day for classicism?
“Cafe sữa đá and a French Opera cake right?”, the waitress said.
“Come on, you know me so well!”, he chocked on.
Going upstair is always a choice for him.
At least you’ll get a bird’s eye view. And there’s no way you can have a wider view unless you really climb up the apples and pears.
“Today is pretty chaotic, but anyway, pencils up!”, he determined.
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“Sup dude? Starcraft?, the guy was yelling at him.
“Have you ever got tired of greeting someone that way?”, he responded.
“Okay, what if I were one of your high school bombshells?”, the guy gave a condition.
“Kinda busy with my writing”, he said.
“Oh wow, that sounds sexy!”, the buddy replied.
“What if it was like pornography? And you watch it alone right? So I’d better not disturb you.” the guy continued.
“That’s a very good metaphorical example, dude!”, he admitted.
The pencil lead finally touched the surface of his journal’s page, with a title of WHAT IF.
What if it never rained this morning?
What if the wind blown him home?
What if he never met his friend today?
“Phew… what a day!”. And he never missed a period.