The arrival

I just got back from the office — a little early, I know. Although I concede that I should probably be worried by my absenteeism, I will uphold that I have made significant progress in other areas. The ride was instrumental in the advancement that occurred, and was carried by the recurring theme of the summer, cinema.

Deviating slightly from the usual route, I stopped at Coupa Café for a grand hazelnut latte. The trio composed of the porcelain cup, saucer, and tea spoon performed a stimulating symphony for the coffee enthusiasts in the terrace. I wrote:

THE ARRIVAL
To begin with a youthful battalion,
and to venture through the unconquered,
not to conquer, but to explore,
with language,
the sword,
the machete,
with precision,
not to kill, but to facilitate
the exploration of this exotic effervescence,
following that which resonates in the thoracic cage.
# s/^/to put an end to the thirst/

After an hour or so of savoring and musing, I was once again on route to the apartment.

The usual absence of clouds and the warm sun was complemented by the cool breeze and the Colombian youth that stopped traffic, seeking directions. The ride was like a reel: frame by frame, my perception of the world produced a sensation that I can only describe by referencing City of Angels, the scene where Meg Ryan rides her bicycle into an instant of perfect bliss. My moment was in no way on par with the idealized portrayal of Meg Ryan’s climax, but it was for me a moment of maximum appreciation of my current state of mind, location, and potential.

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY