Heart of the window

Everyone has a window inside the heart.

Like to sit by the window, ponder and eat, see the cars come by, see people's tiny figures moving as look from above.

Like to have large plate-glass windows at home. In the day time, just pull out the curtains and golden brimming sunshine will touch the house.
During the sunset, pull back the curtains and there's a plenty of warmth filled the house.

Window, everyone has a window inside the heart, either big or small, either sunny or rainy, depends on the environment and mood.

Once, watching computers while eating, flavors are just the same as the computer monitor signals.

After returning back to eat by the window, suddenly realize there's a big bright sky outside the window.

Eating with myself is a happy thing which has been learned gradually when in a place where has to eat alone.

Let thinking to become slow, empty the mind for free, and not to worry much, just taste the food slowly and comprehend beyond to open the window of the heart.

Don't let too many people and things crowd in the window of the heart.

My weekend's mushroom soup

Saw champignon mushrooms in market. Although can't be compared with the big fresh ones in the U.S., should be a nice thing to buy some back home to make mushroom soup.

Put up a piece of my favorite table cloth that has lace border, which was bought years ago in Taichung, Taiwan. Walked passed a street vendor and saw this flowery table cloth, for the rush of time, was unable to place an order for curtain and bedsheet.

This small piece of flowery cloth accompanied me to several countries due to the migrate of work. Let it and thick mushroom soup stay with me through a weekend.

An easy way to cook for me is to put in leek as the soup base and some flour with little milk. Lastly, put in mushroom slices, cream and black pepper.

Home is where the heart is, travel through many countries, there are always unforgettable things found in the luggages.