A VAN day . . .

I had been here in VAn for more than 130 days, but I love every single day, how they start how the end, and how sometimes you cannot distinguish between one an the other !. But today I really spend some time analyzing how this day has been developing. Every day I wake up and I already have a light I know its not the sunshine perse, but is light, then the first thing that I smell at the main exit of the building is a little essence of Chinese tea, then all the folklore of the people in the street of my dear and stinky china town. I walk downhill to the bus stop under that big elm tree and I sit and see how people walk to who knows where with the rare faces and the mental notes, and sometimes not that mental and more self spoken notes. then my bus comes. . . .