11-13-2017, 03:20 AM
A voice breaks me from my focus. I turn to see who has entered the room. A young woman, my age perhaps, carrying what must be a tray of tea. She sets the tea down on the center table before crossing her arms. She seems proud yet determined in her statements of the photos. Maybe she thinks I'm skeptical of them? Perhaps not, she is difficult to read. I set the photo I'm holding back into its place on the mantle and turn to stand facing her. I give what I hope is a warm gentle smile before responding.
"Well the photo is very lovely and it captures the wonders of the vista. I may need to make a trip to Tokasa to see the full panorama. Perhaps, you could show me around the exhibit? It would be comforting to hear the thoughts of the artist in question. " I take a few steps towards her and motion to the tea, "I suppose the tea is for me?"
"Well the photo is very lovely and it captures the wonders of the vista. I may need to make a trip to Tokasa to see the full panorama. Perhaps, you could show me around the exhibit? It would be comforting to hear the thoughts of the artist in question. " I take a few steps towards her and motion to the tea, "I suppose the tea is for me?"