Springtime is for funk.
While riding my bike along the dikes that boarder shrimp farms in Hoi An, I came upon a cow. It wasn’t a water buffalo, but a real European-style brown cow with sweet dumb eyes. It had a peculiar tether, about twenty meters long, crusty with shrimp pond mud, anchored in the middle of a grass field. The cow stood straddling the path, her whiskey barrel on a sawhorse of a body blocking my view of the other side. I got off my bike and approached her, whereupon she turned her head and hid one dumb eye, opening the way for me as if to a speakeasy. I passed.
EDIT: what was I thinking? horrendous. this experiment is failing!
