04 July 2015

Just like every morning.

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




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