Strange to be back in Singapore. Strange and comforting and a little disheartening. I hadn't realized I missed seasons so much until I felt winter again. Now I'm back in the land of eternal summer, and I want. I want to see the leaves turn and drop. I want to feel that feeling you get when you're in bed under the covers and it's warm, but the room is cold and you don't want to get up, to leave your warm little cotton nest. I miss the golden, liquid quality of light on a late autumn day, hoarfrost on the grass, breath pluming.
Nevermind.
An adventure is, by nature, a thing that comes to us. It is a thing that chooses us, not a thing that we choose. ~G.K. Chesterton
2 comments:
Hey, we've got air-con. And more air-con.
yes. But MrsMachine is a dragon about the electricity bill. Says to me, no, your grandfather DOES NOT own the electric company.
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