Morning smoke
It’s still early in the morning,
sitting outside the window with the heater in my hand.
I stared blankly for a while.
Autumn is still very romantic.
The wind rustled the leaves outside the window.
Morning smoke from chimneys.
I carry on my backpack,
and follow the people who are rushing all the way.
Um? I don’t know what I’m worried about.
I panicked for a while.
I bought a cup of matcha latte on the roadside. Hot.






