A flash of a scent and I’m right back there.
Watching Gung-Fu movies. Shaolin Temple. Tai Chi Master. 36 Chambers. Ghost Dog.
The scent of the shops in Chinatown. The heavy herbal combinations in the bins. The taro milkshake with pearls AKA bubble tea.
The little kids running amok in their traditional Gung-Fu uniforms. The private demos. The dreams, the aspirations of becoming…something.