Friends told me that I'm crazy.
Yeah, maybe.
Among the yoga folks, I'm normal.
Are we really that eager to meet the early birds?
No & nope.
Rather, i say, to greet ourselves.
A handful of days in a week, I'm up like that bunch of crazy yoga folks.
4am. Off the snooze. Shower. Make coffee. Dress up. Coffee ready. Pack bags. Take 10 minutes alone time. Snug into a dining chair. In daze. Fresh brew in my hands. Take a couple of sniff. Sip. Then gulp. Mouth washing with Listerine. A gulp of water. Ready to go.
5am. To the bus stop. Cheering myself up with the morning breeze.
The first bus arrived at 5.15am.
A chubby middle- aged uncle is already there.
Making himself comfortable, his fore-arm rested on his protruding belly like a cushion.
Engrossed with his smart mobile.
Few time, he lets out giggles. I smile to myself.
Just like every morning.
I take the other seat, facing the road.
Gazing at the small patch of grass, and the framed sky view.
Those are all i need to be at ease.
Just like every morning.
A lingering smell of cigarette smoke.
The well-dressed man with a sling bag is here.
Standing beside the bin, enjoying his first stick of the day.
Just like every morning.
When the last "bus-stop member" arrive, the bus is almost here.
A petite grouchy aunty. Casually dressed with short neat hair.
Armed with a few environmental-friendly shopping bags over her shoulders,
waddling to be the first in line.
Just like every morning.
My first greet of the day is the SBS bus driver.
I got my first stretch in the face, enough to return a " morning smile".
Just like every morning.
The next stop just around the corner.
A smiley aunty. Neat short greyed hair.
Earth- colored flower printed blouse, matches with a black below-knee skirt.
Hello 你好!
Greeted the " bad morning mood" aunty, as she takes the seat beside her.
She ignored & looked away.
Just like every morning.
I love her spirit.
Am i the only crazy bunch to catch the day break?
I looked around and see the people I'm commuting with----I am not alone.
Whether its a must, a need or by choice--- we do it because we have to, we want to, we need to.
.... And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music....| Friedrich Nietzsche
Yeah, maybe.
Among the yoga folks, I'm normal.
Are we really that eager to meet the early birds?
No & nope.
Rather, i say, to greet ourselves.
A handful of days in a week, I'm up like that bunch of crazy yoga folks.
4am. Off the snooze. Shower. Make coffee. Dress up. Coffee ready. Pack bags. Take 10 minutes alone time. Snug into a dining chair. In daze. Fresh brew in my hands. Take a couple of sniff. Sip. Then gulp. Mouth washing with Listerine. A gulp of water. Ready to go.
5am. To the bus stop. Cheering myself up with the morning breeze.
The first bus arrived at 5.15am.
A chubby middle- aged uncle is already there.
Making himself comfortable, his fore-arm rested on his protruding belly like a cushion.
Engrossed with his smart mobile.
Few time, he lets out giggles. I smile to myself.
Just like every morning.
I take the other seat, facing the road.
Gazing at the small patch of grass, and the framed sky view.
Those are all i need to be at ease.
Just like every morning.
A lingering smell of cigarette smoke.
The well-dressed man with a sling bag is here.
Standing beside the bin, enjoying his first stick of the day.
Just like every morning.
When the last "bus-stop member" arrive, the bus is almost here.
A petite grouchy aunty. Casually dressed with short neat hair.
Armed with a few environmental-friendly shopping bags over her shoulders,
waddling to be the first in line.
Just like every morning.
My first greet of the day is the SBS bus driver.
I got my first stretch in the face, enough to return a " morning smile".
Just like every morning.
A smiley aunty. Neat short greyed hair.
Earth- colored flower printed blouse, matches with a black below-knee skirt.
Hello 你好!
Greeted the " bad morning mood" aunty, as she takes the seat beside her.
She ignored & looked away.
Just like every morning.
I love her spirit.
Am i the only crazy bunch to catch the day break?
I looked around and see the people I'm commuting with----I am not alone.
Whether its a must, a need or by choice--- we do it because we have to, we want to, we need to.
.... And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music....| Friedrich Nietzsche
