View From A Window
The usual morning ritual properties consisting of a cup of hot black coffee and the day’s newspaper were already placed on top of the desk. On the background the voice of a news presenter from the television giving the first breaking news of the day can be heard slightly. The female newscaster’s voice which was now turned into Mandarin after delivering the English news version was barely heard as the volume was turned low and just enough to travelled the hearing distance just in case there was some really important news that needed attention.
The scent of the freshly brewed coffee flowed out the open window of this second floor room passing the wet roof garden of an open outdoor space adjacent to the room. The rain that fell at dawn a few hours ago still left its mark on the wet rooftop and on the tropical garden below. Raindrops can still be seen rested on the Hibiscus flowers . This tropical plant was tall enough that some of its dark red flowers could be seen trying to climbed up to the edge of the window. I remembered the day I bought that plant about two years ago was only as tall as my knees.
I shifted my view from the window and looked around my room and can still felt the chill from the air condition until I shut it off moments ago. The left over man - made chill mixed with the natural breeze of an "after the rain" morning from the open window gave me this autumn - like feelings replacing the usual tropical morning weather. Meanwhile, the shinny wet roof and raindrops still clinging on the flowers and the scent of musky wet earth somehow approriately added the overall feeling of a breezy autumn day.
I’m looking at the red Hibiscus flower now. No raindrop rest on it. The sun is shinning brigthly and hot. No time to even turn on the TV and barely finish my instant semi- hot coffee.
It’s been a long while and I really miss that view from a window….
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