It was the first week of Sunday this month, on my way back home from Flushing where I had that same-old wildly tasty dim sum with my former house mates, Terry & Carol. I was on my bike like I usually am lately. The orange-tinted wide-spread sky above appeared at least twice its size by the full-reflection of itself on this incredibly calm, soft, silky water on the bay.
Found an abandoned ship right by. Inside of it almost reminded me of the Japanese bomb shelter dug underground during the WWII which I only saw once on the textbook when I was a kid.