spur of the moment

Strolling down the wet market during peak hours of purchase was an utterly sensational experience... the occasionally audible yet endless chattering; the vividly vibrant colors of fresh vegetables and fruits (some of which could not be named, for those who cook only once in a while like me); the smell of live as well as salty fish blended under overlapping plastic roofs, tickling the fragile cells inside your nose; the feeling of profound peace and unexplainable tranquility amidst the rubbing of shoulders with determined housewives and the elderly at a leisurely pace... suddenly my tentacles were awaken and began to slowly extend themselves, moving gracefully outward like seaweeds reaching out to the sun in an ocean dance routine...

...all, were noted and recorded on the spur of the moment.



 2010.08.30

(oh, i just haven't written so much in English for the longest time, although the more artistic side of me has always been an anglophone....)