A man is waiting at the entrance of a metro station. He holds an umbrella in his hand like a knight holding a sword. Every few minutes the ground vibrates beneath his feet faint subterranean rumblings as if the whole station is breathing. Its blood vessels are deeply buried. With every contraction of a strong heart the black blood is pumped out and diffused to the expanse of a giant body like a dark flower slowly spreading its petals. The man counts the breaths of the metro station. He holds his umbrella as if a sword of glory a knight ready to fight for his queen. Then another tide of faces floats out against thousands of ravaged petals. A fresh smile blooms for him like a morning daisy a svelte flame dances closer in his eyes. The man waits for his love to walk into his arms. He holds his umbrella in hand like a knight clutching a bouquet of red roses.
love can transform a mundane place into a fairy tale setting