北加州寒假前

每當聖誕節前夕,孩子們除了等待禮物外,最期盼的就是下雪了。一早起床, 窗外停在路旁的車頂上, 門前草坪, 還有走道旁,都蓋上一層簿棉棉的白霜‧後山上乾黃的草,因有了水氣滋潤,開始顯露了些微的粉綠, 眺望路盡頭的最高聳立Mission Peak 似乎戴上了白色雪帽‧我們這裡的山頂下雪了!
因學期近了尾聲,到處都是請教職員的party‧早上吃了請全校老師的簡單"流水席",三道美式早餐熱食加水果‧午餐又是特殊教育部門,吃健康的沙拉、各种麵包、三種口味的濃湯‧下午是聖誕節前的特殊学生舞会,這是唯一必需参加,付我鐘點費的舞會,也是唯一我敢下場做怪亂瘋的舞会‧我可以不理別人眼光、想法、和學生們大聲叫唱,跳著假想打漁,騎馬,飛翔等奇怪動作‧不管音樂節拍,或學生比食指在腦边繞圈笑我、我只逗著他們開心、好像回到了童年任由思想飛翔的年代‧常常玩得太入戲,都不知道自己倒底是在教育界還是娛樂界‧
週五的老人院畫圖課,上週應他們耍求,彈聖誕歌曲唱歌代替畫畫,不管我荒腔走板彈得多麼爛,這些可愛的老修女總是充滿愛心的鼓勵,而且還如孩子般興高采烈地唱得好自得‧這週在上課時間先大家一起聚餐,吃飽了,還有時間,再來揮灑個兩筆,時間一到,紙筆放下,就這樣各自被司机帶回家了‧ 自從高科技公司退來後,這是enjoy my life 而不是工作吧!

侯烏

我是一隻侯烏, 當東北季風刮起, 滿林楓紅, 特別是在這深秋的北加州, 我就會有種莫名的衝動, 嚮往南國的暖陽。那種想飛的渴望, 在血液裡, 腦海中不斷的澎湃翻騰，於是連接了Thanksgiving Break 給學校預請了病假, 那種病就叫homesick-鄉愁。風起的時候，就飛了。
但翱翔後,常常會把心留在一個美麗的地方, 忘了帶回來‧ 於是登了則遺失啟示在那個叫台灣的地方‧
遺失啟示- I Left my Heart in Taiwan

Trip in Thailand

Like a migration bird, when the seasonal wind from the north starts to blow,and maple leaves turn to brilliant crimson color, I feel something in my body restless. It's rooted in my blood, in my brain and in my heart too. It was the urge of flying south.

Phuket
It's so beautiful here; at night, both sides of the driveway are lit with fire torches. There are even candles floating on lily pads on top of the ponds. The atmosphere is like Monet's tropical version of a painting. I was walking along the path in the tropical jungle inside the resort enjoying the quietness and tranquility of my surroundings: it seemed like a surreal, lonesome dream. It seems as if there is always a piece of my heart missing.... This morning I took my computer to the ocean side and wrote:It is early in the morning in Phuket Marriott Resort. I am sitting in a café facing the sea, listening the palm trees' rustling and the waves' roaring. While I am sitting, there are three birds claiming this table as their territory, squawking and screaming at me, investigating the contents of my cup, and tyring to find leftover bread crumbs on the table.From the corner of my eye, i spy a long legged mosquito walking briskly across the handrail. In retrospect of my life in the past, I stare at the ocean, and although it is not raining, my eyes beginning to fill with water.