The Evening Kung-fu Warrior??


Dusk falls upon the city of ever busy people. While the 'busy people' move along the street on a symmetric beat with the rhythm of their feet in sync, time doesn't seem to bother the elderly people even a bit.  

I watched the evening sky as the sun went down on the horizon. It seemed like it went under the water and into the ocean as I watched the sky change its color.

I could see the people, some were returning from their work and some had come for a walk. There is a large open area for the people to come and relax, and exercise or jogging. There, I could see elderly people, some walking and some running. Yes, they were running. For a person of that age, it was quite an unusual view.

I say, they have got quite the stamina and strength. Seriously, they run like a horse. Age didn't matter here. What matter was motivation and willpower. I was so pumped up by seeing that view. The next day, I decided to go for a run. Well guess what, I tired out at  the 1st lap. I was panting so hard that I couldn't even walk home. I stayed there for like an hour or so. That ought to be the best joke I ever l told. No, I am just kidding. I didn't go for a run.

Well, anyway, the elderly people were so fit and strong(I am stealing this from the previous post) like a Kung-fu warrior, that they could pounce back really hard if wanted to.

Hong Kong is so small and yet, so big. There are Kung-fu warriors everywhere and in everyone. XD


OK then, till next time. Ciao.

If you haven't checked out my previous post, click here:
http://kathmanduteen.blogspot.hk/2015/12/the-morning-kung-fu-warriors.html

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