...it's just this morning, perhaps.

It's summer, everyone. Not that that's much of a revelation. This is Singapore, it's practically summer all year round, protests my compadres. True, true. But be that as it may AAAAAAARGH! A Dali painting! Those are blinking expensive!
...Oh no, it's just the park in front of my computer screen. The trees are melting.

So what of this morning? Well the moment I hit the street, I was just overwhelmed by it. The colours, the movements, the smells. It's all so wonderful, so mundane, so pure.
...and suddenly, I found an overwhelming sense of nostalgia.
Just thinking back on all these years growing up here in Tampines. Every single emotion hit me right then and there, on the street, on the sidewalks, standing in the sunlight, under the expanse of eternal blue. And I thanked God with my whole heart for this life, this quiet life: no matter when it ends, at least it began ^_^

I wonder if mornings will smell the same in Katong.