Many things happened this week. Either than the yearly CNY celebration and visits, I have met the most friends in one week, both new and old ones. Metaphoric speaking, it was like butterflies and spring flowers.
It started off with gazing stars, the Japanese roof top was something new and different. I didn't know it exist and because it does, it seems like a dream. A dream that should only stay the same. It was no doubt a great view and experience. Metaphoric speaking, heavenly breathtaking.
Then there was the river breeze over at hometown. It was comfortable chilly and yet an eye opener. Or eye candy? It was no doubt the most random and most adventurous one can do over a few hours over the river. There were story of snakes, the rare duck, the caution passerbys and the stories of traditional slumber methods. Metaphorically it was fresh air, breath!
The fallen sick one was a complete opposite discourse. The lioness has her heir and shared thoughts of how kingdom can be ruin or conquer. A conquest the lion detest, yet rewarding. The request accepted and denied was still worth the stroll at the park. Metaphoric speaking, a walk at the park was never that easy.
And the beer factory encounter was none the least the best but also the worst. Yin Yang and the test bestowed upon those eyes. It was a journey, a discovery, some sacrifices, some expression and the icy magical valentine treat. It was the nights of the mornings, and soon the distance of the physical soul. The small things in live does matter, but the bigger picture is still missing. At risk. Metaphoric speaking, soul searching is never that easy
So enough of the air impression and ever searching pinnacle. Where would my next metaphoric experience bring me???
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