A2–B10:29
The night air smells like fried onions and smoke.
The night air smells like fried onions and smoke.
I walk past the stalls and feel wide awake.
I walk past the stalls and feel wide awake.
Each corner has a new smell, a new pull.
Each corner has a new smell, a new pull.
My feet move faster than my mind.
My feet move faster than my mind.
I am not hungry, but my nose leads me.
I am not hungry, but my nose leads me.
The sizzle of oil is loud and exciting.
The sizzle of oil is loud and exciting.
A vendor calls out, his voice warm and rough.
A vendor calls out, his voice warm and rough.
I stop and buy a skewer of grilled meat.
I stop and buy a skewer of grilled meat.
The first bite is hot, salty, and perfect.
The first bite is hot, salty, and perfect.
I chew slowly, watching the crowd move.
I chew slowly, watching the crowd move.
This night is mine, and it tastes good.
This night is mine, and it tastes good.
JA
The Scent of Night
by @jack68