For the third day the streets around Hoan Kiem lake are shut down in observance of the holiday. I walked south of the lake and took side streets kinda reminding me of Japan. Little stores, the ever present coffee shop, no cars. More people walking. Now I sit at an ice cream shoppe and feel the cooler breeze from the lake float past. My chocolate ice cream is in a hurry to melt in the almost 90 degree sunshine today. I merely observe. It does not matter really since I came here only to sit in the shade and see the lake.
There’s the lake and my fast melting ice cream and so I sit only too glad to observe and have not a thing to be done and the rest of the day to get it done.
I’m thinking a pizza tonight would be good. I have not splurged on dinner for awhile. But that’s later. I’m on glorious standard retirement time. The clock ticks not at all. Reminders are not set. Hanoi sparkles and the children run with balloons and foam airplanes that weave and dive and delight.
The day will once again fade to evening and another day in the books where there are no books and no accounting.
The lake water whispers some blessing but beyond the ken of mortal ears. Hanoi is a delight of the senses.
My ice cream turns and so does the day.