A blanket of heat and humidity swaddles you
like a cold, snowy, wintry night. Holding you
so tight that you begin to sweat, pores opening
to release the burdens and absorb the new life.
The metropolis’s skyscrapers, alleyways,
and little hidden paved paths surround you. A maze
of the unknown, dark, and eerie, invites you
to explore. Uneven pavers impersonate sidewalks
lined with mom-and-pop food stalls of every possible
creation. The fresh herbs, vegetables, and meats breathe
an aromatic whisper to inform you of the gastronomical
delights that await you to consume. Ladies saunter by
dressed to the nines and made up perfectly, a figure of a
movie star with legs that caress tomorrow before it
arrives. Ladies or boys, I’m not quite sure, but they are
gorgeous as they pass before your eyes. Frangipani
is alluring with scents that unlock the memories of
the not-so-distant past. The time when each day was greeted
by a smile and lasted till it was a goodnight kiss.
The entanglement and weathering of the limbs are subtle
reminders of an aging self. Your eyes have been
transformed into an iridescent blue to match the sky above.
Clouds roll by and whisper stories of all they have seen,
reminding you how wonderful that feeling is when the heart
arrives home.
