I like to sit in front of my window and watch the changing weather. Watching the light changes, watching the days pass, and listening to the landscape, it feels like seeing a nature film. After a long and cold winter, the new season already entrenched. Although there were still occasional moments of raining, it is normal. Even in midsummer, could still be chill in here.

 

One morning I got a call from a friend, and she invited me to have a drink together. She talked fast with an exciting voice. But terribly enough I couldn’t remember her. I gently said ‘no problem’, and then went to our promissory place with a little bit curiousity.

 

The door was still locked when I came. Seeing through the small window, it was a small and empty house. Only some bright colored chairs were standing in the middle of the room. A large photo of a sleeping woman’s face was hanging on the corner of the wall. Suddenly I remembered it was a place where I met a woman two years ago. She was a boss of a massage store. I had made a photo for her old company.

 

After just a moment she came with a happy face and a beautiful suit. We walked into the room, she looked exciting, and started talking about her new plans, her child, new company… I tried to listen to her, but my eyes were attracted by a lot of other stuff. I noticed the ketchup juice from meals dotted on the small wooden table; the windows looked dirty and greasy; the lighting was listless and unforgiving; I could even smell the lemony scent from the floor cleanser. I had been sitting in a chair, but only now I found a long yellow hair on the back of my chair that belonged neither to her nor to me, it must be from another guest who had stayed here before me and had left a part of herself behind.

 

I felt boredom and intended to go soon. At home, I could imagine our meeting by hearing her happy voice, but I ignored this complex environment, ignored my eyes were always connected with my mind that would go with me wherever I went.

 

 

After two years, a lot of things have happened for her. She broke up with her husband; moved to a new house; going to build a new company; met a new boy friend…everything becomes new. But her way of living doesn’t go away. All of the experiences continue to exist and stay in her life. She may wear beautiful coats, an expensive jewelry around her neck, but the words she used when she talked are still acerbic, jealous and unfriendly, seem as my first feeling I had when I met her at two years ago.

 

I went home quite late in the night, the outside already dark, only could see several orange streetlights were still standing in the nearest building site. Lying in my bed, I started reading an old book, eventually falling asleep with the pages opened on my hand. The morning sunshine already appeared in the corner of my window when I woke up. Again a new day comes.