i go home with Hello. he is free again, very busy watching the chickens hiding behind the hedges, like a thief plotting stole them. cats love to stand on the high places, watching the world below. he climbing over the yard wall, exploring and investigating unknown places. we have three dogs now. they are happy, passionate, well…. also noisy. Hello seems intimidated by them, so i have no choices but keep the dogs in the backyard for three days. i feel sorry for them—it’s only been three days, but maybe i should make a little sorry gift.

i have a picture in my memory, and i never found words that perfectly capture it, except for 木漏れ日. just imagine lying beneath the shade of plum trees. the trees have such a fresh and vivid green that give a feeling of life. sunlight filters though these lively green leaves and spills onto your skin. the flowers in the gardened field beneath the trees—mostly red and pink like rose, some are white like gardenia(栀子花), pure, and many, i don’t know their name. they are start blooming as if summer’s breath alone was enough to wake them. if you lift your head and squint, you can see the soft blue sky peeking through the gaps in the leaves that melts the fresh green, while the juicy plums are delicately dangle from the branches. you can reach out and pick the plums just by lifting you hand, while lying down beneath the trees. they tempt you every second—hanging low, swaying gently, sometimes falling, and maybe landing on you if the wind passes by. most are green, cool and crisp with a perfect balance of sweet and sour; some are red and much sweeter; the purple ones-fully ripe, heavy with juice and no sourness at all.

but but but, Unfortunately, all three holidays are cloudy or rainy, no sun at all, so ……. 🙃🥲🙃 it’s supposed to be plum-eating time around the dragon boat festival. however, this year is colder than last 🙃🥲. the plums are still unripe, but the loquats have extended their season a little longer. at least one comfort.

even the weather is uncooperative, but the beauty of the paddy rice fields on both sides of the country road holds a unique healing power all its own. skateboarding along on that path, surrounded by green waves helps me calm down and feel at peace.

the world is a filthy, disgusting mess, broken, twisted, a wasteland of decay and despair. i wanna to pile on more words. but it still holds that much fragile treasures. sometimes i can’t see them—sometimes i miss them—but I’ll walk these broken paths anyway as long as the game is playing, so how about give more attention to the rubbish bin where the worthless things lie.