Reaching for you across the amber sky
You know what's the best feeling in the world? [well, for me at least.]
Walking home in the rain on an autumn day, heavy and compressed under the sigh of the melancholy sky; when you reach home, although sheltered, you feel more morose because your voice echos against the empty walls. You dry your hair and change out of your wet garments, your chest void and frozen. When you enter the kitchen, you suddenly stop and your heart beat increases, for the table is covered with delicate, exquisite dishes. But what really startles you is the small, plain packet of instant soup mix, mildly flavored with matsukate mushrooms.
When you drink the soup, a comforting warmth spreads to your chest. So gentle and touching is the feeling, like the light tapping of raindrops on the roof, that you tremble and yearn to hold it in your hands.
What I want to portray is simply that gently stirring feeling, which is similar to hot soup or hot chocolate on a cold day, a really happy and docile emotion. [Really, it is not about the food, it's about others making you feel that way.]
[I sound so mushy... =_=;]
Why is it that such delicate and sentimental aspects of life are always so fragile?
[on a side note, the rain and exquisite dishes part was inspired by the instant soup commercial. ahh such nostalgic memories it brings~]