Road trip to LA

Of Road Trips and Late Nights

Kristen

在這裏,我什麽都不用想,不用擔心成績、功課和考試。我可以自由地享受與家人共聚的時光,製造將會維持多年的回憶……

Sleeping In Every Morning
這段日子,每天早晨都在睡懶覺。百葉窗關的緊緊的,太陽絕對沒辦法透進來,房間暗暗的,我繼續睡在暖暖的床上。十點左右,慢慢睜開眼睛,在軟綿綿的被子下伸一個懶腰,看看鬧鐘上閃爍的紅色數字,時間並不重要。

Walking to Peet’s Coffee on a Sunny Afternoon
陽光燦爛的下午,走進 Peet’s Coffee, 和煦的空氣,帶動微風與樹木耳語。米切爾公園路上的砂礫,在我的運動鞋鞋底下發出響亮的笑聲。在那邊,草地足球場上有人在打球;這邊的樹蔭下,幾個家庭正在野餐。狗狗熱切地追逐紅色的飛盤、黃色的網球,喘著氣。

經過小學的停車場,過一條馬路,到達了Peet’s Coffee;在暖洋洋的店裏,咖啡散發出大地的氣味。我周圍有不同年紀的大人,在説話,咪著眼在電腦的鍵盤上打字,或翻著變黃了的舊書… 我是爲了最愛的冰焦糖瑪奇朵而來,看到牛奶的泡沫慢慢融進濃濃的咖啡裏。在回家的路上,杯子裏的冰清脆地發出叮噹的響聲。

Caranel Mochiato

Writing Stories during the Late hours of the Night
晚上寫作,特別能找到要找的文字。家裏很安靜,昏暗的燈光下,不趕不忙。耳機傳來音樂的節拍,穿過我的身體,好像另一個脈搏在律動。我的指頭時快時慢地在鍵盤上跳躍,感覺好像岸邊低潮的海水,不確定的,轉瞬即逝。漆黑的晚空下,星光燦爛,月亮滿盈。我筆下的人物誕生了。當我終於是疲倦的時候,睡意已進到骨頭裏。我把電腦放在一旁,睡着了。夢裏看到故事裏的人物,在很遠很遠的地方。

Barbecues with My Family
煙霧瀰漫,充滿烤肉和開汽水罐發出的氣味。在後院,爺爺、嫲嫲、公公、婆婆都坐在太陽傘下聊天,説起自從上次見面至今所發生的一些瑣事。在客廳裏面,表弟妹在玩Wii。爸媽和親戚們在厨房裏面閑談,喝著葡萄酒。桌子上擺滿了食物,多汁的牛排,嫩口的雞翼,紫色芋頭,還有甜玉米。我對這種日子感受特別深,在這間大屋裏,我的家人和我最愛的人都在身邊,享受著豐盛的美食。

Road-trip to LA
外面的景色模糊,車子越過牧場的草原、農場、乾涸了得湖泊、沙漠。我時睡時醒,時而聽到車廂裏面悠揚的音樂。夏天去洛城,少不了珍珠奶茶、購物和美食。在這裏,我什麽都不用想,不用擔心成績、功課和考試。我可以自由地享受與家人共聚的時光,製造將會維持多年的回憶。

Sleeping In Every Morning
The sun never manages to seep through the creases between each shutter, leaving my room dark and dim. The bed never grows cold until 10:00 these days. My eyes open organically, limbs peeking out from beneath soft, time-worn blankets as I stretch my body. The red, blocky digits on the alarm clock blink as I check the time, resting easy knowing that time is not of importance.

Walking to Peet’s Coffee on a Sunny Afternoon
The air is balmy and the trees whisper with a warm breeze. The sandy gravel on the roads of Mitchell Park crackle with laughter beneath the soles of my sneakers. To the right, people are playing soccer on a large, grassy field, while families picnic beneath the shade of a tree to your left. The dogs pant in the dog park as I walk by, chasing eagerly after red frisbees and yellow tennis balls.

After walking through the parking lot of Hoover Elementary School, I cross the street and eventually make it to Peet’s Coffee. The warm, earthy scent of coffee pervades the air inside the cafe. Around me, adults of varying ages are conversing, typing something on their computers with squinted eyes, or flipping through the yellowing pages of a dilapidated book. I order my favorite, an iced caramel macchiato, and when it arrives I watch as the steamed milk slowly bleeds into the espresso. As I walk home, the ice jingles in the cup pleasantly.

Writing Stories during the Late Hours of the Night
The words always come more easily at night. There is no rush when it is night time—the house is quiet and the lights are dimmed. The music from my headphones thrums through my body like a synthetic pulse. My fingers dance across the keyboard—sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly— like the ebb of ocean water on a coast, uncertain, fleeting. It is when the sky is dark, when the moon is bright and the stars glimmer that the I breath my characters to life. When at last I feel weary, drowsiness settling into my bones, I set my laptop aside and fall asleep, dreaming of characters in faraway lands.。

Barbecues with My Family
The air is smoky, filled with the popping of soda cans and the sizzle of meat. In the backyard, both sets of grandparents sit together beneath the shade of the umbrella, conversing and chatting about all the things they did since the last time they saw each other. My younger cousins are playing games on the Wii in my living room, shrieking in laughter as they spam the buttons on the controllers. My parents, aunts, and uncles are gathered around the kitchen counter, sipping wine and chatting with each other. The food is stacked on the table, juicy steak, tender chicken wings, purples yams, and sweet corn. It is on days like these where I feel the most grateful, surrounded by my family and a plethora of delicious food, sitting together in a large house with the people that I love the most.

Road-trip to LA

The scenery is a blur, grassy grazing grounds, farms, dried lakes, and deserts slipping away as the car drives past it. I fall in and out of slumber, the spaces between filled with softly playing music. Summers trips to LA consist of bubble tea, shopping, and good eats. When I’m LA I don’t have to think about anything—I don’t have to worry about grades, homework, or tests. I can freely enjoy time with my family, creating memories that will last for years.

 

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