Blowing through

the jasmine in my mind.

Every morning I take a walk across town. Looking left and right before crossing the street is important and lengthens your life considerably, but at this intersection, for one reason or another, I really enjoy looking down the street to my right.
One day I might even make a turn here.


For some reason, my second favourite sight after the street to my right is the wall to the right of my bed. Then again, the wall to the left looks roughly (pun intended) the same.