On the road

I am on the road, from one airport to another, from one city to another. morning air smells cold and sharp, i feel lost as usual.

I love the feeling of arriving and leaving a city, sitting in a taxi, having the window half open, let the wind blow my hair into a mess. the smell of the city will be blew in with the wind.each city always give me a different feeling.

I like traveling alone. fall into total silence, i would sit there, being with myself, start to taste the taste of the loneliness. isn't it the best thing in the world-- to have the freedom to be alone? to look into oneself, to think about the past and the future, to realize nothing is certain, except we will come to this world, and we will eventually leave this world.

When a little bit affection comes into me, i start to tremble. i start to fear. if i know the ending, should i never start it? i worry too much, i know. but how can i not? how can i forget what i had expericaned before?

So i try to forget, try to enjoy the moment itself, try not to think too much.our life is short, everybody says so.

Before we realize, the just- started journey would be already ended. In a blink, i arrived a city and then left it.

And i would be on the road again.



--taken on the way to JFK that early winter morning...