Slow motion running by tanned people in red swim wear.
The light, the heat, the passion. Oh!
Instead: dark and wet.
At this time of year my apartment mate fixes herself cups of hot chocolate with whipped cream. Which has an appeal, to be sure, but I prefer bratwurst and potato salad, globs of sambal, and buckets of strong milk tea.
I'm rather a man of habit. Today I'll go over to San Pan Mei for bittermelon omelette over rice, then head over to the grocery store on Washington and buy a bag or two of Northern style chive and pork dumplings.
A pipe afterwards smoked under an awning somewhere.
Then home again and back to bed.
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