the moon and an ordinal life in rockville

I just walked down an ordinary street to go to an organic grocery to get a bundle of small white beets, which I did not find a super market near here. While walking, I found the evening moon over the downhill, and the moon was, as usual, quite white in the glass-blue and light violet sky. At the time, the breeze was a little bit cold, but hardly came through my wind-breaker. The cars passed me, and I just followed each red tail-lamp. It’s usual, of course, but what I mean is everything was so ordinal life in here.

This downhill used to be my routine jogging course, so I came here and went down the hill many times. Sometimes, I saw fellow runners who never knew me, but bowed slightly as we passed each other. Sometimes, in the spring, I found brown rabbits came to eat lawns in the small gardens around the houses. Sometimes, I remembered something my colleague said, coming after participating in his first half-marathon race somewhere I did not know. He tried to keep listening to the music, "Eye of the Tiger", while running, ‘cause he thought this rock’n surely made his adrenaline overflowed. But in reality, he was easily exhausted after passing15km.

After I moving from here, these stories were just in my memoir when finding this picture. Now, cars may pass this street, some people go down the hill, and sometimes, the moon comes in the evening.

Here is Rockville, Maryland.

crafted glasses and a cup of coffee

I was literally in the middle of the evening twilight, around May 20, when I walked down the main street in Corning, New York state. The breeze in May was nicely dry, but sometimes a little bit cold, so I covered my upper part with my black northface windbreaker. Entering the street, I caught of the sight of some people taking the temporary tent-shops away, and clearing the tables on the street. Obviously, the street had seemed to be busy at some points on the day, because of the town festival, offering nicely crafted glasses as a specialty in here.

Walking along the street in the afterglow of the glass-fest in the town, I missed an opportunity to enjoy crafted glasses, but saw some Asian people still making fried noodles on the street, which smelled quite good. There were some shops showing beautiful colorful  glasses on the showcases, and I also found some pizza restaurants, where some locals biting a large piece of cheese pizza.

I hardly found a café walking for a while, but finally found a small shop which seemed to be a shop selling souvenir glasses, but its signboard showed a cup of coffee. When I tried to look inside the shop, the old man suddenly standing beside me said “hello” gently. He asked me if I was interested in the glasses or a cup of coffee in the shop, and I said I could hopefully have the latter. He smiled and said sorry to me that he had already closed his shop today because of the fest, but I can come here from 7:00 next morning for a great cup of coffee I’ve ever had.

I walked to the same shop tomorrow morning, and sipped nicely smelled hot coffee, seeing the crafted glasses shining with the morning light.

Here was Corning, New York