It's getting dark, I get up from my old bar stool
on my way outside I reach into the fruit bowl.
I hope to refresh myself with the orange
it tastes bitter and not particularly fresh.
By the Asian tea shop, something exotic mixes in.
A slight spiciness and smelling of healthy herbal infusion.
However, the wind carries this scent not far
into my nose.
Still enjoying the pleasant bitterness and spiciness
I am carried by the thick stream of people past a flower shop.
All kinds of roses are being offered. The crowd does not allow
me to perceive more than a note of blooming.
Out of the city.... now the scents of my work reach me.
The oxen are waiting and bravely I set to work for the rest
of this still young day.
