a light shower of thursday

an old man's shadow appeared on every stone blocks that construct one side of the hall of the knight. tonight, the shadow moved as his body walked slowly into the binnenhof, a square in silence. above all, the scenery was just dimmed in light shower of thursday. soon he was left behind and the cobbled stone road made sounds of whispers. they were reciting the past where people from different generations have walked on it, on behalf of many purposes. the city was tranquil in spring. no overwhelmed warmth. moving toward passage, soon the intersection of noordeinde would be there. bare trees still shone with silver lights left from the winter and a pizza restaurant looked populous, inhabited by the dining-outs who tried to make the best of thursday shopping night. there was the intersection. people standing on both side of the roads, waiting for the tram. their clothes, shoes and hairstyle were immersed in the shadow of light rainy day. the air was clear yet the small pieces of rain can put a slight of obscurity in one's vision. hm...the wind was so refreshing. and manequins in lights were watching those who belonged to the outside. turn right and the street would lead to the long and enchanting alley. both sides of the street always have something entertaining. moved..keep moving, closer to the destination. i felt wet penetrated from my face. and my trouser too. i thought i need to increase the pace, otherwise the rain would conquer me. the book store was still open but my time was not conditioned for that. and the small cafe closed its door, hindering the warmth to go outside and greeted this biking person.

with or without tomatoes

i find cooking is another way to contemplate with the world. once you step in the kitchen, and open the fridge and grab fresh vegetables from it. the conversation with yourself has just started. your mind are fulled with words, some of them are very well structure, but not for the most of them. this scattered letters or scenes stay afloat, that is why you need to digest the very core intention you want to convey. just wash the tomatoes please...and put them on the plate. you start to sort out the certain unsettled words one by one as your mind figures out the order of tonight's dinner. time goes by and silently classifies the random into simple sentences or concepts. it seems you have managed to take control again. it is not the world that dominates you, but it is you now that construct this universe. i can see this contemplating process is quite fruitful. the stirred dish is garnished with yellow sweet corn and a bit greenish from the onion leaves. so colorful and hopefully healthy. i just realized this time i did not put sliced tomatoes. no wonder it is less red yet tastes more solid. with or without tomatoes, the construction of the world today remains intact with my personal purpose. the words have been organized now, the floating letters reside to where they used to be. i guess my need of tomatoes has transformed into something else. it has developed beyond my ordinary sense of humanity. it soothes me.

what makes spring beautiful

the ice cream shop has opened now, where it was previously a shop selling socks and ladies stuffs. there is an ice cream stall in front of the noordeinde palace now. i precisely remember it started to open since the first day of march. and the tiny purple friends are opening their eyes and embracing the world. they are surrounding the old tree nearby the central station. spring is coming, tacitly shy but never loses its immerse.

tapestry

fijne vrouwendag, s'Gravenhage 2009

sail away

witte singel was really, really dimmed into serenity. only the sound from the saddle, produced from metal rails run the two wheels vehicle. the world encountered me from the vision my eyes catched and the scene my brain interpreted. my skin sent the message of comfortable air that sensed from my cheek. and the nose breathed the morning in neutrality, a balance between sweet and sour. like a void floating in unamity. and there, outside the bordeline of myself and the universe, i entered the serenity of witte singel. bathed in silver shadow of the sober sunlight, green yard and the surface of the canal stood hand in hand facing the wooden bridge over there. ducks and boat were catching glimpses of greetings, in their own languanges. though each were foreign to another, understanding seemed easier if we managed to contextualize it. no chaos of translation. the vehicle stopped as my foot touched the ground. i wanted to enjoy how the boat leaves its trace on the surface of the canal. the boat kept sailing away, and left small ebbs and tides which eventually reached the green shore. where the duck were there in their friendly traits. sail away boat, find yourself the circle route of canals in this city. until it brings you back to witte singel, to make another ebbs and tides under the bridge.

somethingsremainunsettled

a news anchor pointed to the map on the screen and showed the prediction of air movement on the next day. appeared on the screen a gradual bold blue above certain places while dots of sun also scattered on some other places across the continents. he begun the forecast by saying somethings remain unsettled. like the weather, everything indeed is constantly moving. however, my personal achievement today also confirmed that things need to be refined, reexamine, reconsider, reformulate, revisited. very much unsettled. thanks to the weather forecast, somehow i feel not so alone on this stage. unsettled means it keeps moving, searching for the very right in time and condition to settle. i just need a strong argument and clarification.

vogels

a particular impression i got few days ago seems to open itself for an explanation. i wonder whether march is the month for the seagulls to fly back to the beach from their temporary exile on the last season. and now, it is time to back home, to taste the freshness of salty air and, of course, fresh fish. my assumption is not an academic one, but it was drawn from a simple wall post in the city library where i can conclude this. moreoever, a flock of seagulls flying above the palace recently and the ice cream shop in the centrum has opened since yesterday. neither seagulls nor the ice cream shop has said it clearly, but they represent the coming spring.

marching into the spring

first day of march. the weather gets warmer these days. it makes the snowy winter nights have flown away, like history written ages ago. after the month for marching is coming, the promise of blossom and revelry dreams. i hear the sound of seagulls today, they flew and made quite a noise chirping. the scene was so much resemble to sandy beach where endless sound of tides emerge and re-emerge in constant atttempts. soon there will be eternal sunshine on the beach, where the dusk and dawn stand close to each other. oh dear nature, this changing seasons have touched my heart so dearly.