clementines.

somehow, i always think that clementines smell like summer. that feeling when i start peeling the clementine while Norah Jones' music is on, is simply beautiful. that feeling reminds me of those summers i went through and those summers i have never been to. i guess we all have that kind of short montage video running over and over again in our head so many times. the memory which did not happen, but somehow lingers so long in our head and starts becoming the real thing. or at least, those images seem to be so familiar, so real that we think we've already been there. that's what i refer to 'those summers i have never been to' but still appears in my mind so often. in that imaginative summer, i lay on the grass, peel my clementine, with my sunnies on, i look at the sky where the clouds do their dance routine. and you are there, next to me, smile happily with your eyes closed. you don't say a word but we both know we're in love. so in love. with us, with life, with this never-ended-summer.