It’s a rainy day today. The sky is filled with gray clouds. Everything looks desaturated and muted. It’s not supposed to be my favorable day for inspiration, as I love the blue sky and sun-bashed colorful scenery outdoor. Light gives everything color. Yet I feel inspired. I got myself a cup of frappuccino, sat down at a table by the large glass wall of Starbucks, and looked outside at the wet brick road of Market Square. And I see colors, I see dancing flowing colors on the road! The colors come from the rainy puddles’ golden reflection of the headlights from cars driving by. The light bounces off from the uneven bricks, joins with the reflection, then fades into the cars’ shadow. And I see the little birds jumping on the ground, the pigeons walking idly across the road. I see one of the small birds drinking water from the rainy puddle. I see the raindrops sparkling on the chairs and tables outside. The leaves wave gently with the breeze. One leaf dropped to a puddle, vibrated on the water surface, then silently became a part of the tiny reflected world that lives in the rainy puddle. When the rain soon stopped, I look back at my frappuccino and realize it started to melt after I lost in my thought watching the scenery outside.
