A bridge and a fall

     Tonight, after coming back home at the end of a busy day, I went to run in Battersea Park. When I passed by the Albert Bridge, I remembered your staying in my house and a few times when we were strolling along the river, admiring the lights and the beauty of this gracious urban structure. I also recalled a comic moment, when we went to play football at the park. At the time of coming back home, you decided to conduct the ball running fast, but after a while you stepped on it and fell down on the ground... It seems that even the brigde started to laugh! Experienced player, I ran up to help you and explained that you should never step on the ball in order to maintain yourself over your feet.

     Now you are in the other side of the world and I have been missing you here. I wish these next two weeks pass quickly in order to meet you again, this time at your place, after a very long but very worthwhile journey to Asia.