"Sounds nice. You miss it? I ain't been back wheah I came from in a long time. Sometimes wish I could go back, but it's a long way off."
"I do miss it sometimes," I nod. "This country is so very different in so many ways...so many different formalities...and in some ways, it seems to me, less ritual. Though I suppose the rituals here are simply so different that I do not notice them." I do miss China, often. The lilting music of the language, the soft light of paper lanterns, the scent of the Yulan trees blooming in springtime, the small ceremonies to everything from greeting a friend to serving tea. Yes, I miss China. "May I ask, sir, where are you from?"
He shakes his head, "Times like the ones we in seem to make people strange. Strange an' cruel. I'm sorry it happened to you."
"I am sorry that it was directed towards you and your friends," I say in return. And then start when he presses his cup into my hands.
"Heah, drink this, an' why don't you sit down on this bench." He says to me, taking my arm and guiding me to the bench. I had not even realized, so absorbed was I in what we were saying, that my feet were starting to throb. He guides me gently to sit with his hand on my arm.
"Thank you," I say quietly. And then realizing that with one finger I am tracing the line from the back of his hand down his wrist. I blush fiercely and return my hand to my lap.
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Date: 2010-09-28 05:04 pm (UTC)"I do miss it sometimes," I nod. "This country is so very different in so many ways...so many different formalities...and in some ways, it seems to me, less ritual. Though I suppose the rituals here are simply so different that I do not notice them." I do miss China, often. The lilting music of the language, the soft light of paper lanterns, the scent of the Yulan trees blooming in springtime, the small ceremonies to everything from greeting a friend to serving tea. Yes, I miss China. "May I ask, sir, where are you from?"
He shakes his head, "Times like the ones we in seem to make people strange. Strange an' cruel. I'm sorry it happened to you."
"I am sorry that it was directed towards you and your friends," I say in return. And then start when he presses his cup into my hands.
"Heah, drink this, an' why don't you sit down on this bench." He says to me, taking my arm and guiding me to the bench. I had not even realized, so absorbed was I in what we were saying, that my feet were starting to throb. He guides me gently to sit with his hand on my arm.
"Thank you," I say quietly. And then realizing that with one finger I am tracing the line from the back of his hand down his wrist. I blush fiercely and return my hand to my lap.