Bread, meat, and tofu— A short story

vol 1: eps 1

it was August 1999 when the weather was not so good, it rain  and cold. it wasn’t rainy days actually but that evening was different. heavy rain and cold wind as if it says “stay, dont go home, it’s rain outside.”. 

I wore my brown shirt, white jeans, and my fav shoes. the look was casual and simple to get along with the situation that evening. it was Saturday, first week of august 1999. the night was long but actually it did slip away in a glimpse of time. the song in the car made the evening even more alive and fun in the midst of the cold rain that left me feel like a dandelion. it was cold but somehow it felt warm just like the east wind. *east wind: blows grey mist and sends down cold rains upon the earth. i believe it wasn’t supposed to be raining but maybe the sky was just sending us a sign or a message. maybe we just didn’t know and still don’t know what it was. we were just guessing and will always keep guessing of what might come after. but after all, im just wishing you a happy life and good luck!

we don’t know what the future holds but whatever it is, i hope it is only joy…

notes: see you on some other eps and vol i guess