"Lucky"

Indigo bracelets lay quietly on my desk as I got up to reach “Scientific American”. It’s already 6:26 pm; and I had another class to teach tonight.

The radio was playing the cheesy English learning program again. I wondered how many people really benefited from it. But I loved the songs they played sometimes. Too bad there was only one English radio station over here although one could get online and get all sorts of international ones on the Internet.

The weather was clement this morning, which struck up my memory of Vevey. I bet there must be tons of tourists there now. I recalled one late afternoon, C., B, and I were walking around the lake and we found several swans swimming with carefree air on their faces. C. picked up a piece of wood and craved it into a seahorse with a Swiss knife. He gave me the seahorse and I named it “Lucky”. I had taken “Lucky” to many places, including Norway and the United States. Now, “Lucky” still sleeps soundly in my precious memory box…