Drawing from a meeting past
The scene that comes to mind was the event in Singapore in Little India about 6:30 am in the shadow of an almond tree. The early mix of scents of strong milk tea, to dust, to diesel soot was still distinct. The day was still early and these pungent scents were not yet mixed, it allowed for savoring of each in their best form. My own coffee was still cooling.I had not acclimated my palette to the super sweet tea in the gentle little glass servings that were tinkling in the background as the boy was attending to new customer orders. For now I would have to continue with coffee and later try again the tea before the sun set. Some conversations were starting and some papers were rustling, but I was happy to enjoy my coffee and the still cool of the early morning. The crash of noise was simply intolerable as the lorry interrupted everything with the lumbering chug of the diesel and the “pist”of the exhaust gasket that needed attention. The damn thing parked or stopped off to one side
