Leaf is my identity, looks fragile, simple, but necessary, and it's green as it's alive, only lonely, as it's alone in the jungle of life.
Yes, the existence of leaf is not limited merely by space and time, but simply comes and goes following the cycle of life.

That's how the stories here are narrated, as it was witnessed by the lonely green leaf.

Just remember, life is not really alive when you cannot use and express your own imagination freely.
But if that's happen, just read the leaf imagination narrated here, and dream of it.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Brookings, or B-town, as “my home” in US

I got many questions from my new friends and colleagues at College Park Maryland on how do I feel about moving into DC’s area, after almost 3.5 years (from beginning of January 2009 to the end of April 2012) spending time “peacefully” in a small town namely “Brookings” (see Wikipedia).

Brookings from the sky, left front ground is the Brookings municipal airport, the place for our gliding and fun flying activities; the right front ground is the Indian Hills, the best luxury neighborhood at B-town. The background is the whole town of Brookings, separated by 6th street or Highway 14; The University is on the left side of the 6th street. My apartment was in the very far-backside of the University complex.