When will I next tread upon these cobblestoned paths, roam under the same bonnie blue sky?
Thanks for having me, et à bientôt France!
This purple belongs to the nature and nature only. Ah wait, they don’t say purple here. It’s golden blue.
The view tilted to an angle, standing on the higher points of a road that has seen better days. The sky is a shade of baby blue with clouds that seem yellow with the rays of sun behind. The road walks to marbled buildings the colour of clouds - washed in yellow. Their shapes and textures tell the history of this town. History is their past but the little beings weaving in and out of its many channels exude the spirit of youth.
Girls in the young blossoms of ladyhood walk in pairs, their curly flowing hair moving rhythmically to the notes of the blowing wind. Somehow, she knows a pair of eyes is on her. Almost unintentionally, she puts one hand through her mane, letting the wind kiss the hair so thoroughly she makes quite a sight.
Coming towards them, boys walk down the street. They make a better sight in threes. No one before the other, their practiced walking in synchrony. Heads slightly bowed, carrying nothing but a young playful heart and a slight nonchalance for the world.
Teetering on fours, the young pup is finally out for a walk. The end of her shackles leads to a lady walking forth with purpose enough for a lifetime. Today, the puppy decides she wants to call the shots. She stopped and her human is pulled back. Today, dog walks the human.
I like my oranges peeled and not just cut up in wedges like you see in the Sunkist ads. I guess peeling them is therapeutic in a way, sort of. One of my CNY highlights is definitely mandarin oranges and how i seem never to get sick of peeling one after another. Not to mention I get a little shadow of OCD looming ard me while i do just that. I peel really clean hahaha; not even that fine white bits can stay on the orange that goes into my mouth and right down my tummy.
I guess it is therapeutic only because I have the time to do it. Which is why I almost never eat oranges in Singapore cept for CNY. I’ll peel my oranges while I still can.
Will miss you guys, my sunny little balls of fun and boredom
Suzzie was asking to take a look at the photo album I had for Scotland while I was admiring hers. Seconds later, she flipped and complained that she got the bad end of the deal. No surprise for I had only 4 photos in there. ;) I dont know why I didnt take pictures. It’s not that I wasnt inspired. I guess I feel the beauty of Scotland is too out of this world to be explained in pictures, especially so for pictures of mine. I have no whatsoever talent in lighting and composition and plainly speaking, good pictures. And I almost never take pictures I cant make up a story from. Most often, I chide my travelling companions by asking if they even know what it is that they captured with their lens.
Scotland though is a beauty, a true beauty. I am Chinese and I grew up watching old martial arts films and hearing about stories that often describe places 有山有水的好地方。It’s a simple phrase and I never thought much about it for I lived in a world and a time much much different than the setting of the phrase. However, Scotland is the very evidence of that. Simple. Mountains they called Glen. Waters they called Loch. It really is the true reflection of 好山好水。
When I realised, I am once again marvelled and blessed. That I have read those before and gotten a real good chance to experience that which I read in words. What a lucky lucky person. I need to remember this feeling to fuel myself in times when I feel down and depressed. I am lucky. I am blessed. Thank GOD :)
If ever you find the time, the chance, I strongly recommend you take a trip to the mighty highlands of Scotland.