quayside
Saturday, November 12, 2005
I take in the air Quayside. It is fresh. A tinge of chamomile, perhaps. It is just past noon on a Monday. Strangely, the office people few around here. Normally, this would be a cause for concern, for no one can afford a dwindling business. However, I savour this opportunity to come out from behind the stoves at the cafe, to soak in the life that goes by only too quickly. A ray of sunshine breaks through the the juxtaposition of white clouds, meeting the lapping water of the Singapore River, stretching out flowing strands of blue to embrace its warmth. A single eagle soars overhead. The sight is almost majestic as it glides sensuously across the unrelenting expanse of blue skies. The bumboats' engines whir as eager tourists traverse the narrow banks.
I have missed so much. Sometimes, it takes moments like these to remind me that life goes on outside work. Moments of silence and tranquility to appease my stirring soul. Too often have I brushed aside requests from friends and family to relax, to let work take a back seat just once. I persistently reject, stubborn heart unwilling to let go of my life's passion. Yet once in awhile it does not hurt to indulge in the unparelleled beauty of landscape. Manmade though it may be in Singapore, theres is much to be marvelled at the way the charm of the 19th century is captured in the architecture of downtown Clarke Quay. I feel the wind streaking through my long black hair. Snap back to reality. The first few customers stream in. I have to go now.
Posted by jon at 5:56 AM
