<A Good Day for a Walk>

I went out to take out the trash in the evening, but the garbage truck hadn't arrived yet, so I just walked down the alley. As I walked, I turned onto a small path I'd never been on before. Along the roadside, there was a row of sweet olive trees, their flowers tiny and scattered, yet their fragrance was so strong it was like someone had spilled perfume in the air. I stopped and took a deep breath, feeling like my entire chest had been cleansed. Continuing on, I passed by a house's wall covered in bougainvillea, a vibrant pink, blooming chaotically as if an entire box of crayons had been spilled on the wall. I took a picture with my phone, and just then, a small white butterfly fluttered by, its wings tiny and shimmering. Further ahead, there was a small local deity shrine. Three elderly men were playing chess at the entrance. One of them looked up, saw me, and said, "Miss, would you like some tea?" I paused for a moment, then nodded. One of the men poured me a cup from a teapot. The cup was small, and the tea was amber-colored. I drank it in one gulp; it was a little bitter, but had a sweet aftertaste. "It's good," I said. The old man smiled proudly, "My son brought this back from Lugu." I thanked him and continued walking. The sky was slowly darkening, and streetlights began to turn on one by one. Under one streetlight, a black and white cat was standing, looking like it was wearing a tuxedo. It glanced at me, I glanced at it, and then it turned and walked away, its tail held high. At the end of the alley, I found a newly opened tofu pudding shop. The sign read, "Soft Opening, Free Toppings." I ordered a bowl of peanut tofu pudding, and the owner gave me an extra scoop of tapioca pearls. "It's a soft opening, so we're giving a little extra," he said. I sat on a small stool in front of the shop and ate. The tofu pudding