Summer Days After ReSurgence

Walking through the metallic doors, with grey lunch bag in hand, and backpack slung over relaxing shoulders. Shuffling down the stairs, step by step. Head up and I feel the breeze. I see the cotton candy skies embedding my soul. I hear the tune from Singapore days, with the orange skies seeping into my blood stream like 10 am mimosas, and walking through the pillars, the talking becoming musical, the fried donuts drifting through the air. The lion through a two year old’s eyes. The hole in the wall and before me, chicken rice.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: