A stroll in the park

doing up worksheets. its 8pm. lost track of time. decided to head down to coffeeshop for dinner.

eating alone results in a fast dinner. no chatting. decided to take a stroll in the park.

greeted by the fragrance of the flowers. greeted by the great breeze in my face. a cat was slowly walking beside me. one maria was slowly pushing an ah-peh in a wheelchair. in some far corner, a couple were sitting and chatting, staring at the sky at times. in the middle of the park, a lady sat cross legged, engrossed in what seems to be like embroidery or knitting. an auntie was working out at the fitness corner, accompanied by her phone, chatting away to someone at the same time. the breeze never left. it was the best 300 m ever.

sanity reassured for a while. back to reality. staring at my acer. at times blankly. mind wonders. have i done all i have to do? looking at my clothes to be ironed. looking at the pile of rubbish beside me. looking at the mess in my room. looking at the calender that counts down to 6 May. i do not have much time. reality sets in. nevertheless, i enjoyed the 300 m.