a premature season

summer days feel like the autumn, that is probably the most logical impression one could get on thses days. though the heat was irrepalceable, yet sunshine could still allowed to be away. heavy clouds above there make the heat trapped beneath the surface of earth and the void of thin air. the day is supposed to be bright on this hour, sometime in the early evening, but all we can see just cloudy skies and heavy fog in its surrounding. a premature season. the greyness of september and october might be similar with this year's june of summer, except for the chiller temperature of course.

summer has not matured yet, or has it been to overcooked that it lost the intense of brightness already?

i can see through my window, the pine trees that have grown green surrounded with a slight white condesed water mixed with dusty material and forming the-not-so-pristine-white color of fog, filling up the entire space. the heat is out there to make the summer still be summer, not to lose its identity. but the precipitation of fog makes a mesmerized impression of a premature season.

that is just lovely.

a contemplate sunday

things happened yet we still unequipped with sufficient knowledge to understand where this will lead, perhaps more allocation of time needed to mastery in life.

Lyrics and Music: Mike Scott

i tried to do the things in my own way

i tried to do what people say

but i was going nowhere fast

and now i'm turning to you at last

what do you want me to do

what so you want me to do

what do you want me to do, lord

i can see the lights of home

but i can't get there on my own

i can see the landing strip

but i need you to guide my ship

i've been a fool and i've been a clown

i've let the enemy turn me around

i've wasted love and i've wasted time

i've been proud and i've been blind

there's such a lot of things to change

a whole world to rearrange

and if you show me how

i'll begin right now

what do you want me to do

what so you want me to do

cause I'm listenin'

thanks for such a sincere song, rod...

summer heat summer fall

the middle of this year, the beginning of summer heat is here, for the next couple of months ahead. i enjoy the warm breeze as i stroll along the pedestrian walk around my work place. people look fabolous with their summer attire, so colorfur and seem full of energy. the summer is girls' best friend, a full season to showcase the collection of your closet while it also intrigues more creativity to get new match from the old stuff.

summer oh summer, the season feels so vibrant yet sometimes suffocate of extreme heat. at this time of the day, short summer rain will do to ease the tense suffocation. i feel like my body always urge for more liquid supply, water, fruit or just an occasional moment in a bathtub. these days, everything also runs like the time is forever, the daylight remain tender outside while i walk home from office, the dimming afternoon looks poetic that i feel closer to the dream, or dormant days in the old continent. the tepid memory chills me and leaves an impression as sweet as oregano smells on the pasta, as the cinnamon pour down onto the baking banana cake. sweet oh sweet, but doesnt last forever, it is here for the next season as well. a circle in the sun.

summer falls in short yet thunderous. dusty roads suddenly get washed and all that remain is silvery wet roads and fresh wind. tonight the evening comes with uplifting shower. tone down the rising heat and yellow storm from gobi. ah, capital looks so lovely this evening. the lights of street lamps shimmering and swinging in the summer breeze. goede avond peking...

turn back time

working days sometimes can be so exhausting. i am kind of missing the academic life lately. the changing of four seasons in other old continent. pages to read, papers to be written. time to consume all the burden of being a student. or maybe there is a little freedon left here that suffocates me to turn back time, the care free days with diaries, bikes and old wooden chairs in caffees around het plein.

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