food

it's the one thing that surrounds us. a common denominator that equals all color, language or difference. and as asians, chinese people we are, we gather in the warm campfire of brunches, lunches, coffee, dinner or supper. and every morning or afternoon tea in between.

i spent my day with two coffees, brunch and a visit to the bakery.

as i sat in the post mix of the morning's interview, the clumsy toss of spinach, nuts and poached eggs sitting on the little ciabatta, made for more thought than food. i'm reminded once again, of circles that turn like wheels, coming back to kiss and whisper grace like the soft morning rain. no doubt, it was a blizzard this morning. but old acquaints that have matured into a deep kinship wine bring warmth better than a leather seat could.

i sat next to a giant, taking in every piece of wisdom, listening and pondering at his feet, realising, that I'm not the only one thinking about growing old with my mates and with those i have grafted into my heart thicker than blood. maybe that's why on my train ride to the burbs, it felt like i was returning home. we don't need a train wreck to bring us back, no, not all the time, no, not this time. my heart started singing again.

how many ways can you spell love?

I could count the phone calls, the long dinner conversations. I could log every piece of advice, put up every embrace like pictures from an old relic museum. those that wait by the bedside till the body is willing to sit straight. those who laugh and cry and never stop fighting with you and letting you have your way all the time. those who let you go. those who take you in. those who defend you. those who die for you.

my life is bought by the hands that held high in the ransom room, saved by the stubborn bell of love and belief, now waiting behind reins that can't wait to be released. i'll sing, archive and publish, just to say thank you. just to say, i love you.