As it turned out, i had a crash today. I lost control of speed, bumped into the curb, then flew high over into the rice field, landed on soft muddy earth, ruined the debut of hippo's new beach scooter.
Luckily, my glasses were safe and sound, and water in the deserted field tastes a bit salty; but WTF, the jeans got saturated with mud of fresh earthy fragrance. My head was intact, a mighty blessing, i thought, but my butt is swollen now, and it's burning aching, as well as the right part of my body, which feels like strained. Pains are surfacing.
Not sure how many narrow escapes as such have i had so far. It was just like having a dream, when i was thrown up, fell, then lay on the ground surprised to find that i was still alive. Finally i'm alone and have the time to recollect myself, i felt a strong desire to talk to my past grandparents to thank them for protecting me through all these misfortunes. Suddenly in an moment i recognized how much i am in debt to them, and how much i miss them.
Thanks, and sorry.