the cool air lifting the tendrils of black hair. the inky night sky blending into the irrevocable asianess of my body.
i stand. a cup of hot tea replacing the heat of sunshine. with the soft glow of city lights in place of uv light.
if only for a moment.
i count the stars. i sigh at the familiar pattern of dark hills. the curves mimic the outline of my own frame.
as much as i run from this place. this land of cars and smog.
i can't outrun my history. my heritage. my home.
a latenight caffeine fix. and a few moments of nightime solitude.
before the sun rises.
and my trembling leaves unfurl once again.