hello monday, hello chinatown. to be fair, other places were visited that day too. big places that shan't take a back seat to anyone, anyplace, anything. still, chinatown won me over. though she's running neck and neck with the mission. it's a tight race, my friends. it's my kind of race.
paper lanterns everywhere
faded, slightly swaying
and the frenzied flap of pigeon wings
the click and slide of small game pieces, bits of conversation in a language I wish I understood
shops with so much jingly jangly, tiny aisles packed from floor to ceiling with satin pouches, plastic souvenirs, waving pink ceramic kitties, glass bowls stacked generously in every corner
shops with parasol-covered ceilings, silk umbrellas hovering overhead like neon moths
again with all the color
sweet lotus cakes and butterfly cookies, how could we have lived so long without tasting you? I imagine the world is filled with things like this
totally unrelated but taking place on the very same day:
visits to places where people have big, bright ideas
and speaking of bright ideas:
and speaking of big places:
hello sweet golden gate bridge, hello spectacularly cold wind, hello me as seen through the eyes of my favorite person
hello there san francisco
yes, monday was a big day.