The Air That I Breathe

I left the office early yesterday in anticipation of a short paddle; planning to take advantage of the 5.6 m King Tide at 1807 hrs for an easy launch off my jetty (I am still nursing a bad back). Yesterday was also the 1st day of Ramadan (Muslim fasting month). As I got into my car, the sky turned dark and it started to pour, literally bucketfuls. Some of the roads were partly flooded. When I reached home, the thunderclouds and flashes of lightning in the sky put to rest any plans for a paddle! So I shifted my thoughts to a long postponed dinner plans with two old classmates of mine from

So this morning I decided to get up early for a quick paddle before I go to the office. As I was putting my paddle into the water strokes after strokes and watching the water dripping off it, it dwelled on me that I have Sg. Stutong all to myself and I felt privileged for this and the solitude and the tranquility in the chilly morning air. Just then, the early morning sun was about to break through the heavy clouds cover and I reached for my camera to capture the moment. It was a short paddle but I felt refreshed, blessed and peaceful. “All I need is the air that I breathe and to love you …”

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