Thursday, August 31, 2006
the grey cotton wool are interwined with the baby blue ones.
they are migrating.
i close my eyes to feel the soft gentle cool breeze kissing my face
you hardly experience anything like that here in Singapore.
reminding me of how we only treasure things when they're rare and precious
the waveline of palm trees are captivating
ripple.like a wave.
the vast open field has lost its once lush green grass.
there are patches of soil and mud exposed.
a little like how beautiful things seldom stay pretty for long.
the thunder rumbles in the distance.
announcing its arrival.
the rain has come.
a few drops.
then it pelts down from the heavens above.
wash away everything please.
and let everything start anew
-admiring the weather from my corridor
Y9:07 AM
