It will always be the new visual frames, the scattered clouds, those street signs.
That stranger whom we listened to.
the unknown road that we came out onto.
to taste the sweet food
that unexpected marble box with pink petals
the smell of incense filled wood
the marvel of a look, a glance and some restrained half smiles
But when the chaos jerked to a halt. I felt listless.
I craved for the motion, for the chaos, again and again and again.