Of mine and yours and strangers’
Splash through ankle-deep puddles
In which our times never rain but pour.
Under a grey and greying umbrella sky,
Homeward memories retrace
Whatever amiss and missing
During our quiet pretence to bustle.
The featured image was taken in my commute across the border town. The colourful evening bustle set before a monotoned backdrop caught my attention and I duly snapped the picture thereof. Whilst the prolonged rainstorm has swamped much of our northern suburbs, the authorities in their comfortable, flood-proof downtown office benevolently kept our life moving nonetheless.
This weather has given me a hefty spell of lethargy and back pain—perhaps a lame rain check to the blog as well. In the foreseeable future, I will continue to have limited freedom to writing, following and commenting—my sincere apologies—not quite apropos to say on the 200-follows milestone (and, simultaneously, 100 for the Facebook page), I suppose? Having said that, thank you all, old friends and new, for allowing me to intrude your inboxes and newsfeed with my humble scribbles. In this season, I’ve also reduced my commitment to prompts and writing workshops in order to re-calibrate my voice, taste and focus in this creative space. You might have noticed earlier this month I even tried my hands on a short story, The Curtain. It’ll certainly not be the only one. And I won’t restrain myself from other genres either.
Although the local economy is under threat, the trade conflict has swept new demands our way. After a few years of downsizing and cost-cutting, our sweatshop is looking to recovery and re-expansion at last. So, here I am, gratefully pretending busy again.