She said that she could smell Swedhsh orchid tree. But she wasn't sure if she could.
She screamed out some phrases, only 'ph-ehn'sound reached my ear.
"What?" We silenced for 5 minutes or so.
"That word just come out of my throat", she said, blushing her forehead."A bee"
We discussed on sudden exhalation that seldom comes to us in summer, especially after sunset. We decided to call it a bee, although neither of us don't really like it. It comes just like some mad writer's typing keyboards.
" At this conference I had today afternoon, I was almost bored to death while my manager kept talking? He presented next quarter marketing plan and stuffs like that I should have listen carefully but I wanted to talk, you know, I really desperately wanted to talk something. Only just I didn't know what to say. A bee never comes to at this kinds of situation. How strange." She stretched limbs into the yellowish air. Summer prolonged the sweetest moment of a day.
"I know. it never comes when you are desperate. It's like..um, very sacred. I feel like when I am in the best mood, with no worries nor rubbish thoughts then it comes to me. A very rare occasion, I can tell."
Sometimes we caught in strange moments. Like accumulated sadness is bursting out forming tears or sigh or hiccups or stomach, emotion triggers physical reactions. A bee is part of it. Pain, depression over helpless state. A bee is the very last and least attempt to pull oneself down to the ground.
"You are not content." I said.
"With what?"
"Being here."
She just smiled and sniffed. Then a fine tune comes up on my mind so I let it out.
"That word just come out of my throat", she said, blushing her forehead."A bee"
We discussed on sudden exhalation that seldom comes to us in summer, especially after sunset. We decided to call it a bee, although neither of us don't really like it. It comes just like some mad writer's typing keyboards.
" At this conference I had today afternoon, I was almost bored to death while my manager kept talking? He presented next quarter marketing plan and stuffs like that I should have listen carefully but I wanted to talk, you know, I really desperately wanted to talk something. Only just I didn't know what to say. A bee never comes to at this kinds of situation. How strange." She stretched limbs into the yellowish air. Summer prolonged the sweetest moment of a day.
"I know. it never comes when you are desperate. It's like..um, very sacred. I feel like when I am in the best mood, with no worries nor rubbish thoughts then it comes to me. A very rare occasion, I can tell."
Sometimes we caught in strange moments. Like accumulated sadness is bursting out forming tears or sigh or hiccups or stomach, emotion triggers physical reactions. A bee is part of it. Pain, depression over helpless state. A bee is the very last and least attempt to pull oneself down to the ground.
"You are not content." I said.
"With what?"
"Being here."
She just smiled and sniffed. Then a fine tune comes up on my mind so I let it out.
