Crossing the road like a melody |

The first time I arrive in Hanoi is at Long Bien bus stop. Waiting outside a shop by the side of that busy big road I see an old lady balancing a bamboo stick on her shoulders. Plates full of fruit swing by her sides as she walkes calmly through the busy-noisy stream of motocycles. She reminds me of my calligraphy professor at the Art Academy. The lines he showed us to draw were steady from beginning to end, always the same width. “Keep the strength in”, he said, “don’t let the ink run out”.

This sentence stayed with me, and while watching the old lady cross the road I feel like it applies to life, to energy, to everything we do and feel and see.

Hanoi, 2018