That Season
Thursday, August 31, 2006
That Season
Residence of Singapore should be warned that it is that season of the year again.Remember to bring an umbrella out when you are shopping,avoid standing in the middle of an open field,waving a bloody handphone in your hand like a lunatic,watch out for distant lightnings and most of all,rest your chin on the window sill when the wind blows,because it is the season when it rains,and rains,and rains.
The summer is over finally,earth probably taking its course on the further side of the orbit in space by this time of the year.The sun is so much further away,and the distance replaced by waves of rain clouds,and a part of those hovered above my camp this week,like a canopy of sorts that brought along with it refreshing winds,reminding us of the leaving summer heat.The first sign of it was when we were sitting on the grand stand before CO,and faraway the first hint of the coming storm welcomed the late afternoon.Of course,we didnt know the implications of it,but soon the next afternoon it poured like never before.
The rain spilled through the window at the end of the corridor,like torrents of oceanic waves hitting my face in small droplets of water.I swear,if i attempted the Michael Jackon "Stand-at-45-Degrees" trick i wouldve been able to do it.I dont remember a darker morning this year,the way my bunk was then,it was almost scary,really.But like all rainstorms,they are usually the best time to cuddle up in your beds and just sleep the day away.Despite the ATEC preparations going on downstairs,or rather,all over the place,i still found time to take myself into the dreamy world of my own,under sheets and in my bed.It felt great,to fall asleep to the sound of rain paddling against the window,instead of being drowned by your our sweat and wetting the sheets in the process of it.
There's something about plugging your iPod into your ears,feeling the rain on your cheeks as you rest your chin on the window sill,staring out into the darkening sky.Coldplay's "Don't Panic" going on in your head,and you truly believed the lyric,that in truth,"We live in a beautiful world/Yeah,we do/Yeah,we do..."
What comforted me,really was how the rain doesnt remind me of anything,anymore.You know,i used to think about it,myself soaking from the rain,despite the umbrella in my hand and walking up that same old hill.I used to,and im serious that i am crazy at times.But this evening while i was breaking track behind the workshop,the rain continued to fall as i wiped my forehead with my grease covered palms,and the rain soaking my t-shirt throughout,and the pin refusing to come out from the damn tracks.
Leaning ont he ten-pound hammer i looked out,reminded myself of the coming season and smiled.I know it's outfield the very next week,but that didnt prevent me from enjoying the raindrops falling on my face.Because right then,my mind was blank and nothing more than feeling the sensation of wetness upon my face.The nothingness,the emptiness,really was the true beauty of that very moment.
Residence of Singapore should be warned that it is that season of the year again.Remember to bring an umbrella out when you are shopping,avoid standing in the middle of an open field,waving a bloody handphone in your hand like a lunatic,watch out for distant lightnings and most of all,rest your chin on the window sill when the wind blows,because it is the season when it rains,and rains,and rains.
The summer is over finally,earth probably taking its course on the further side of the orbit in space by this time of the year.The sun is so much further away,and the distance replaced by waves of rain clouds,and a part of those hovered above my camp this week,like a canopy of sorts that brought along with it refreshing winds,reminding us of the leaving summer heat.The first sign of it was when we were sitting on the grand stand before CO,and faraway the first hint of the coming storm welcomed the late afternoon.Of course,we didnt know the implications of it,but soon the next afternoon it poured like never before.
The rain spilled through the window at the end of the corridor,like torrents of oceanic waves hitting my face in small droplets of water.I swear,if i attempted the Michael Jackon "Stand-at-45-Degrees" trick i wouldve been able to do it.I dont remember a darker morning this year,the way my bunk was then,it was almost scary,really.But like all rainstorms,they are usually the best time to cuddle up in your beds and just sleep the day away.Despite the ATEC preparations going on downstairs,or rather,all over the place,i still found time to take myself into the dreamy world of my own,under sheets and in my bed.It felt great,to fall asleep to the sound of rain paddling against the window,instead of being drowned by your our sweat and wetting the sheets in the process of it.
There's something about plugging your iPod into your ears,feeling the rain on your cheeks as you rest your chin on the window sill,staring out into the darkening sky.Coldplay's "Don't Panic" going on in your head,and you truly believed the lyric,that in truth,"We live in a beautiful world/Yeah,we do/Yeah,we do..."
What comforted me,really was how the rain doesnt remind me of anything,anymore.You know,i used to think about it,myself soaking from the rain,despite the umbrella in my hand and walking up that same old hill.I used to,and im serious that i am crazy at times.But this evening while i was breaking track behind the workshop,the rain continued to fall as i wiped my forehead with my grease covered palms,and the rain soaking my t-shirt throughout,and the pin refusing to come out from the damn tracks.
Leaning ont he ten-pound hammer i looked out,reminded myself of the coming season and smiled.I know it's outfield the very next week,but that didnt prevent me from enjoying the raindrops falling on my face.Because right then,my mind was blank and nothing more than feeling the sensation of wetness upon my face.The nothingness,the emptiness,really was the true beauty of that very moment.
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