Author, poet, reader, sometime picture-taker.

Coming and Going

I started to miss Singapore even while I was there. I know I should live more in the present but I missed the trees, the various bird calls (the rambunctious sparrows, the mynahs, the odd rooster in a neighbour's backyard), the heat, the food.

It must be the time away. Being away for seven years brings everything into focus. Thorn-sharp.

The bad (crowds, the afternoon heat, the crowds) becomes unbearable.

The good (hawker food, Malay makciks, Tiong Bahru) sublime.