audience of one.

i took a walk today at carlton gardens for the simple fact that i could not mug anymore.students walked out of the exam hall. i thought of turning back, thinking,

"blahh... this is gonna make things more stressful."

but i walked on. it got quieter and quieter. i found a large protruding root right next to the pond and sat down. ducks swam by. and i just watched. it was so peaceful that i could almost hear their webbed feet making the gentle "swoosh" noise in the water. almost. so graceful, the way they moved, so beautiful, the gentle ripples made by their gliding in the water.

"how're you today?"

running, running, running on. i'm tired and...

a little yorkshire terrier runs past me and starts rolling around on the grass.

i wish i could be like that. free.

i turn my head. the bare tree caught my eye. a BARE tree catches my eye? yes. it's not the tree. it's the light. the way the soft, yellow, setting sun light falls only on one side of it. the little things that amaze you. i start walking again. i find a bench, and i sit. watching the rest of melbourne fighting the traffic in the distance. people walking by in a hurry.

to where?

i see the street lamps start to flicker.

"mish, it's getting late and dark, time to get home."

wait. let me sit here for a while more. let me watch the whole of melbourne go home.

"another winter day has come and gone... i've had my run, baby i'm done... i gotta go home."

satisfied, i get up. turn my back on that purplish-orangish sunset, walk on towards the moon.
sometimes you're just amazed that nature only has an audience of one.

tngying