Today I flew to a land known as Austin in a magical de vice with four wheels that spin and spin and spin. The spinning doesn’t end. The coffee I got made my head spin with tales of the bitterness, but it was charming. Thank you to the lady who made the coffee this morning, what a blessing. Her eyes were brimming with passion, a love that is clearly passed through generation to generation. I wonder if she has kids. Kids kids kids. I saw a lot of them today. At the park, walking on the side of the street as a teacher was leading them to who knows where, and playing in their school yard with a young lady making sure they were acting in line. I imagine they picture her as a very old guard. They have yet to discover they will hit that age faster than they can count to 5. Counting the number of squirrels and ducks and pigeons I saw today, I bet that number would exceed 100! So many animals I saw that were brimming with life. The movement of nature leaps forward as to let itself be known. I got a burger with curly fries. The woman at the counter helped me out to choose the best items, and I could tell she knew what she was talking about. Speaking of that, another girl checked me out at the vintage store and her hair was so cool, I had to compliment her! She had beads in her braids, and a cool nostril piercing. It must take guts to look that cool. There’s inspiration all around us if we really look. I talked to many people today; they were like guides on my fantasy adventure. The bookshop I went to was like a land of enchanted aesthetics. Every cover more beautiful than the last, I couldn’t take my eyes away. I didn’t really care about the subject matters being discussed, but no matter, their words still spoke to me through their passion of their art. As I was in there, the workers were setting up chairs for an event. I felt like I was at the precipice of something, though I’m sure they have many of these events a week and I’m just a simple passer-bier. I hope I could give the people I spoke to today some warm feelings through my smile, just as they did to me. My wish is to return the good fortune those who have came before me laid upon me. This is the unselfish thing to do, perhaps my life’s mission. Or maybe not and it’s just an ordinary Wednesday. Speaking of ordinary, I visited a bookshop earlier in the day that was not ordinary! It has two stories of brimming words, with genres from horror to poetry to classics to biographies to photography books. The space clearly was organized, no thanks to the hard workers I talked to. One of them, a nice woman, help me find the poetry section. I was looking for a gift to give to someone I know back home, back at that place. They remind me to look for those things; their energy, just like those who have come before me, pushes me to do unto the world what is known as passion, and I hope to return that gift to her. I notice many of people browsing, dressed nicely. I wonder if other people see me the same way? What do they think I’m doing there alone with my backpack sitting on one shoulder? Do they judge me the same way I can make conclusions about others just by a mere glance? I hope we can all have mercy on each other, that’s the minimum a shared bond can do. That bond of course is browsing the text before us, hoping we can find some work that eases our soul just a little. It’s a Wednesday and I’m sitting here in Austin in a backyard that has no light, no fire, and no earthly quality except for the trampoline next to me. I’ve yet to open the $4 IPA I bought at the local gas station, handed to me by a man with a sense of tiredness in his eyes. Next to him standing his wife and kid, a beautiful family. “This is just the start” I think to myself, by tomorrow you’ll remember the good times.