Lan Huế

And this morning, I ate a very first cherry that I myself picked up from the tree. I touched the fruit - the round and juicy one, and felt the cool and smoothness on the finger tips. There were red, yellow and green cherries. Some hiding themselves in the leaves, some shining in the sun. The pink and white flowers among the green leaves are so noticeable although they are very tiny and fragile.

At Quoc’s house, I felt comfortable on the sofa by the window that looks into a small garden. It’s just a narrow but so lovely corner to enjoy the soft sunlight of the morning kissing on the violet water-lillies, or admire the moon overlooking the fish coming up to touch a bit of the sky in the shallow pond.

The desire of owning a garden sparkling in my mind recalled the day my dearest and myself passing by the garden houses near where we stayed, and dreaming of affording one.