Dusk

I apologize for the lack of photos. My camera remains broken, and I haven't picked out a new one yet.

Today I drove to Chinatown to get a birthday present for Mareike, and ended up driving back around dusk. It was strangely beautiful--me on my motorbike, zooming along, and everything bustling around. In Chinatown, land of fabric stores, people were out buying meters and meters of fabric, in sequins and leopard print and bright colors. It was nearing dinner, so street vendors were grilling pork on the sidewalk, and ladling out steaming bowls of noodle soups, while diners dug in, hunkering down in their little plastic chairs to slurp up noodles.

The air smelled unusually good, as well; I wasn't as overwhelmed as I usually am by the exhaust in my face, and was struck by the dusky, smoky scent in the air. It made me smile while cruising along.

I may have my issues with where I live, but there are still these moments when I can calmly just be in this city, smelling the smells of everyday life, driving along as one of the horde of scooters, feeling quite pleasant about life in general. This was one of those moments, and meant a lovely way to begin my Sunday evening and finish the weekend.

That's all that I have to share at the moment. Love.