The body and soul are always on the road.
When I pushed open the glass door of the apartment, the sky was clear. Although it was just rainwater, today could be considered rare good weather in recent times.
The clouds were thin and fragmented, and the sunlight scattered down in such a fine and dazzling manner, dry and not hot.
The wind blew gently, caressing the tired and forcibly excited body, it was very pleasant.
Licking my lips, there was a hint of bitterness and a tangy taste, lingering on my taste buds.
Strong black coffee paired with a sea salt roll, I like this combination for afternoon tea.
The strong bitter taste, which doesn't receive much positive feedback, sometimes can be more exciting than caffeine. Whether it's playing around or working, it's beneficial.
The only downside is that it's not suitable for those who want to take a short nap.
The red brick sidewalk looked old and dilapidated.
It was not wide to begin with, and after being occupied by cyclists, there was only a small section left for pedestrians, embedded with manhole covers, planted with small trees, or a few sections of poor pavement with overturned stone bricks. It wasn't stumbling, but it was definitely not an interesting experience.
With headphones on, swiping the screen, walking with my head down, heading forward.
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When I came back, the sky was deep. The sun gradually disappeared, enveloped in a faint indigo hue.
The clouds were neatly arranged in the sky, like tire tracks, yet also like scales. Looking up, they were dense and soft.
The evening breeze blew by, wiping away the drop of sweat on my hair. Although I tilted my head slightly, it must have silently shattered.
My tongue glided over my slightly dry lips, without needing to taste anything, just moistening them slightly.
Walking back leisurely along the same path, it was also a kind of enjoyment.
Gray pedestrians, yellow flag bearers, white cars, blue buses.
Even the glass walls of the office buildings began to flow with green neon lights.
Under the curtain, everything was moving forward without stopping.
Subconsciously, I took out my phone and unlocked it, but instantly felt bored.
I paused the lively music in my headphones, took a deep breath of air, and calmly crossed the intersection with traffic lights.
Raising my gaze again, a few small trees came into view.
In the warm spring, they were thin and yellow.
A few leaves fell at the base, occasionally spinning with the wind.
It had a somewhat out-of-place taste.
I finally quickened my pace, and my limbs leaped again.
I'm ready to go back, take a comfortable shower, and rest well.
Feeling tired on the way, stopping to take a break should be quite nice.