Walking aimlessly at night with a bunch of chestnuts in hand, beads of sweat soak through my shirt only to be dried by a strong yet gentle night breeze. A feeling of calmness overcomes me, I feel safe, happy and curious. Curious about this quaint little town, about the winding streets and old fashioned hotels. The darkness intrigues me, I just want to keep walking.
Trishaws are aplenty, a few elderly men sit smoking, staring aimlessly ahead, people devour steaming hot bowls of pork intestine porridge by the dusty roads. A motorbike zooms by, everything seems so surreal, I feel as if i am in another era, another sense of time.
Stumbling across a musty and dusty bookshop, i crouch among the tottering shelves searching for that one book to purchase, beads of perspiration form along my hairline but i am not about to give up. the crumpled cover and yellowed pages catch my eye, voila! I've found the one i was looking for.
The night is beautiful. peaceful. wonderful.
Being a tourist on home soil isn't so bad after all. =)
Love is found only at night.
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