The green ripples marching downstream splash the tips of dry sprouts that lay bank. Four wings flutter through the sun’s white mystique in pursuit of a motorboat waltzing the waves; waves that now come crashing to the edge- rolling over one another- clawing at an escape like fire at a packed concert. Swarms of hungry mosquitoes risk their lives kissing the same banks with watery mouths and a taste for flesh. Even after swatting they return giddily like retard.
Miniscule legs of a baby crab scurried in search of safety; quickly sidestepping to its den with bulging eyes capturing all the giants to which pose a threat. Italian carriages and fluorescent tandem bikes heed the same dusty paths that led me to its beauty- as if to mimic my discourteousness towards the crabs harmony. The look-out draws life to lands vanishing point and I am caught in a barrage of poses and peace signs. With each new group, draws new energy; and [laughs, smiles, thoughts] - onlookers grin and giggle, while fearless children wish me a foreign tongued hello.
A prancing chipmunk jeers a group of ladies excited about a taste of wildlife and halts their discussion.
A man approaches with outstretched arms offering me a cookie and an enjoyable stay- the love that exudes from these docile creatures exists, but it takes a special moment to bring it to fruition; that or soju.
With the last cookie finished I brush the crumbs off my notebook, scattering morsels to the life that occupies this breathtaking corner of the earth.
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