It defeats the typical image that comes to mind when I say ‘Park in Singapore.’ Usually parks are like a large crater in the midst of a concrete jungle, surrounded by hovering blocks- you feel like you’re in a cave, you can never really escape. But here, blocks are your height because they are maintaining a non-threatening distance. If you concentrate enough, the persistent humming of crickets, though soft, can drown out the drone of the highway (which is a minus point). Go on a Sunday evening and you see kites flying merrily in the distant sky, suspended in midair as if in a trance. The orange orb is a drooping lantern, casting light without imposition.
The faint saccharine smell of pandan leaves countered by the lemongrass leads you to conclude that nature’s alchemy beats Man’s mishmash of extractions hands down, anytime.
Children fling Gardenia bread in ponds wholesale to watch perfect Os break the water, gasping for air and food. I watch a young girl naïve in motion, flinging bread with the wrong trajectory. She aims far but the bread falls right at her feet. She looks so perplexed I am amused.
And just for a moment, I escape the hustling bustle.
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