Day Forty-Eight

Sunrise was beautiful.  It shone through the trees in the neighboring abandoned garden.  It illuminated a corridor between two rows of rubber trees.  

The abandoned garden was more lovely than our tended one.  I loved to look at it from my porch every day.

I walked to the market early in the morning.  I had breakfast at my favorite noodle and coffee stand, the place where the people were kind to me.  

I bought a pair of new slacks which were too short but fit otherwise.  The seamstress who had sewn my bed sheet said she could hem them for me, so they would be more like capris.

All morning people were kind to me.  I bought a little food, and a thing to protect my kitchen utensils from the dust.  The market was under construction.