One lemon flower has turned into about 5. I inhale deep gulps every night before bed.
Lately on my drive to school, the sky is the color of sapphires. The streets just beginning to be glazed with sunlight.
I drive by this temple every single morning and nod at the silk flags rustling in the wind.
8 hours later I'm passing by the Kim Sing Theatre. I love the corrugated metal doors the color of sky. Chinatown in all of her radiance.
A random shot of green.
Here is the picture I didn't take: A quick stop at the market on my way home. A scruffy boy with rumpled hair and a shabby white t-shirt trying to sell See's candy to whoever's buying. One of his sneakers is untied. He looks forlorn. He sees me coming, stands up straighter. "Wanna buy some See's?" he says.
"Not today," I reply and wink.
He gets me again on the way out. "Are you SURE you don't want some See's?"
I put my arm on his shoulder, stop for a second, "Does it look like I need any candy?" I say motioning down the length of my body.
I walk on towards my car. He calls after me in the sweetest voice, without a trace of guile. "Well I think you're just perfect."
And that, my friends, is a true story.