Tuesday in Chengdu - Day 3
I heard the far-off music again, and went to my bedroom window. The beat is not really from afar, although it seems muted fas it swims up from so far below my window in the sky. It sings up to me as through water, blurred, humming. The ajjumas* are dancing again. I watch them sway and try to pick out the strings being plucked. Or is it the sound of a flute that that floats up through the turbid currents? It fills me with a sense of happiness to watch them; my gaze turns toward the city as I relax into the beat. I sense of peaceful vibrations flowing to me from the city. I look out and I see life: happy life. That is the vibe that washes toward me in my window so high above; waves of "good vibes" gently frothing the shore of my soul.
It feels good to be here. It feels right. The city sends me an energy of delight and welcome and contentment--an energy lacking in the small city in which I previously resided. I am grateful for this welcoming and content-filled energy that I feel from the lights that dance along, with or without music.
**"Ajumma" is Hangul (Korean) for mature woman, older woman, middle-aged or above woman. My mind still revert to Hangul when I can't find a word I seek, even though the Chinese culture is extremely different from Korean.
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...gallivanted across Paris, I have made it to Chengdu! As of 2021, I am headed back to China, this time to Shanghai!