Normalcy
It is a normal day.
Normal is defined by the sound of arguing in the back of Jeep, Hakkai navigating with an increasingly strained smile on his face, and the smell of cigarette smoke.
Sanzo is starting to rely on these to define his day.
If it lasted forever, this easy rhythm of life – and how easy it is to slip into it, almost as if the four are linked – he sometimes thinks he might not object.
The fan comes down and silence reigns.
Disregard the past, live in the moment.
He reads his newspaper to hide his slight smile.
It is a normal day.
Normal is defined by the sound of arguing in the back of Jeep, Hakkai navigating with an increasingly strained smile on his face, and the smell of cigarette smoke.
Sanzo is starting to rely on these to define his day.
If it lasted forever, this easy rhythm of life – and how easy it is to slip into it, almost as if the four are linked – he sometimes thinks he might not object.
The fan comes down and silence reigns.
Disregard the past, live in the moment.
He reads his newspaper to hide his slight smile.