In the Eve, I received a Moomin card and then collected a little box with 24 inspiring quotes from the downtown hotel. Both gifts were from two lovely women whom I have yet to meet at the Gossip Park.
But today is winter solstice.
And I have my name written by a handsome barista where last minute he added a smiley on a Starbucks yuletide cup. In fact, I normally throw it into their recycle bin at the side of the beverage collection counter. And I knew he was watching me before I left the table with the cup.
In a bowl of reunion dessert, the artificial red was when you made me blush, before buckling the pandan emerald pendant around my neck; hand in hand and looked up upon the velvet sky raining of virgin snow. I rolled these three colours in my mouth when you were curious about the texture of the soup. Your best friend in Beijing used rock sugar, I preferred the pigment of soft brown earth, while we caught that Akita miniature peeping from behind.