fried onions

That dull building in the dull alley, with a very ordinary entrance suddenly did not look boring anymore: the smell of onions and the dancing balloons on the balcony lifted it up in my eyes, and raised it to a non routine weekday lunch. I imagined the celebratory mood and colorful plates dancing in the normally uninteresting apartment which make it an out of the ordinary day..  I saw myself setting the table, choosing colors with care.. and making the noon and afternoon time a not so predictable day.