Monsoon

Beautiful outside, the sound of pollution slowly approach me from the front then quickly fades to the back where Brookville dumps into the Atlantic where JFK runaway conjunct in the heart of Rockaway.

777 flown by Qatar with immense GE power plants rumbles above me and traffic seemingly rage with horns sounding and brakes screeching.

Although noisy and messy, all these are still beautiful in my mind.

The air feels damp yet soft.

I took a few deep breathe through my nose and I could smell the smog, the grass, and the incoming thunderstorm.

My body quickly rejuvenates as I closed my eyes to listen to my heart beat. I imagine myself standing in a grass field in another place and another time.

The monsoon air rekindles me. I imagine myself standing in the rice patties where new rice bears the color of gentle green.

My tired eyes are moist by healing tears.

Soon the thunderstorm will arrive to wash the rough week away and freshening the air for a welcoming weekend.

I want to hear the thunders crack, I want to see the first rain drop disappears into the ground, I want to see lightning paint the sky like brush on canvas, I want to see the sidewalk washed by thousands of ripples, I want to be out there, I want to be like the weeds near the sidewalk just grow relentlessly, I want to stay in that moment forever, the moment of monsoon.
 

 

memory and reality

miss the water that looks almost black in the shades of the cypress forest. Gum tree lurks from shore to shore and the mayflies dancing in the humidity by the thousands.
Back to reality, deep blue sky of the east side of Manhattan chases away the sun that runs off to the west coast hinting colors of gold and spread the word of night to the arriving stars glitter reborn.

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Best feeling in the whole world

Best feeling in the world is when I walked out of the steamy congregation hall under a hot and hazy May setting sun when the room just exploded with heat when the groom kisses the bride.

Cool Flushing wind brushes through the inner streets.

Seeing friends walk by in convoy,

I couldn't resist but to feel the joy as my sweat gently roll down my Nikon's magnesium alloy body.

Best feeling in the world is when two friends enjoying the sweets from a comfortable food spot I recommended and giggling over the whip creme over fresh fruits, like little girls sharing chocolates however just 5 hours ago we were complete strangers.  Now they are under my digital photography surveillance and mirrored in natural synchronizations.

Best feeling in the world is finding the last blooming Tulip showered in a New York Sunset...

Something happened today, I was exhilarated like a boy discovering puberty, a new life, new scope, brighter lights, taller skies, deeper oceans, inner motions.