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 can be considered as 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.
I licked my lips, with a hint of bitterness and a lingering salty 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 dealing with work afterwards, it is beneficial.
The only downside is that it is not suitable for those who are about to take a nap.
The pedestrian walkway paved with red bricks looks old and dilapidated.
It was not originally spacious, and after being occupied by cyclists, what was left for pedestrians were a few sections of poor road surface embedded with manhole covers, planted with small trees, or with overturned stone bricks. It's not stumbling, but it's definitely not an interesting experience either.
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, enveloping everything in a faint indigo hue.
The clouds in the sky were neatly arranged, like tire tracks or scales. Looking up, they were dense and soft.
The evening breeze blew by, wiping away a drop of sweat from my hair. Although I tilted my head slightly, I must have broken it silently.
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 constantly moving forward.
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 then rest well.
When tired on the road, stopping to take a break should also be quite nice.