In a local café

2024.4.1

Shanghai's cafés always have an unique vibe.

Just a cup of coffee or some desserts allows me to savour the whole morning here. Each time I flip a page of book, the leaves rustle in the wind, as if celebrating my every small progress and victory. After reading 50 pages, I sip some coffee from the edge of my lips.

Tired, I look up: bouquets of tender flowers bloom in front of the entrance, reminiscent of a corner of a secret garden. They are delicately layered and settled in the fine, antique pottery vases.

Beside me, other strangers are chatting or working. Now and then, I hear the rumbling from the machine brewing coffee. All of the sounds are so different, yet so peaceful. It gives a weird but awesome feeling of power, really.