I am sitting in front of my notebook, at Starbucks. It is drizzling outside, but it did not dampen the mood of the street walkers. Looking out of the glass panel. White collars are busy browsing at the moon cakes stalls, their faces are busting with enquiries.
Muting my sight, i soon to notice a series of vibrations happening within the cafe. First there's the voice of the customer over the counter, next the shouting of orders to the back kitchen, followed by a series of low pitch booming noise from the coffee machine and sharp grinding sound of the ice blender. Continuous fanfare of " Green Tea Latte Tall! Cappuccino w/o cream!..Frappucino!"
Underneath all this coffee making business, there goes the old English classics and some jazz tunes. In other corners, scattering whispering of voices in discussions.
Things just moves on and on without any dependency.
The kitchen is still going to make such series of Bing Bangs, the singer in the music is still going to enjoy the tunes and the little mumbling at the background do not plan to cease either. They are just layer and layer of vibrations overlapping. And life moves on...
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