there is something so pure about seeing people do things for the first time.
like my friend who came to visit me from the states pouring her first cup of espresso on vanilla ice cream. her first affogato ever. or eating a frozen soft persimon for the first time. green tea red bean shredded ice. the pure joy and delight on her face. the fascination with things that seemed so ordinary to me but were completely new to her.
seeing her made those ordinary things special again.
i liked it. how i started to enjoy the most trivial things as if they were some sort of rarity.
it hits me again how two people can be looking at the exact same thing
and still have totally different interpretations and appreciations of what's observed.
i need to look at things as if it's for the first time.
for the first time.