As I lay in bed here listening to the newly
opened restaurant eight floors below, I hear the sound of upbeat R&B music
and a ruckus of laughter and jeers from patrons amidst traffic and whistles
from the security guards that scatter around the area. After a long day in the
middle of the hustle bustle of the CBD, with cars honking their horns left and
right and pollution filling the air, all I really want is a moment of quiet and
a big gulp of sweet fresh air. Maybe I’m getting old (yes, ripe old age of 30!)
or maybe I’m transitioning into the next phase of my life.
Once upon a time I lived for the
fast-paced, hotshot lifestyle, always knowing where the next party was. Big
crowds and congested city streets didn’t bother me, and silence and darkness
frightened me. Nowadays I yearn for the calm of the night, the leaves of
hundred-year-old trees rustling in the hushed wind, the gentle waves crashing
against the pebbled shore… falling asleep so calmly in the protective arms of
my love, taking me away to heavenly dreams… I want to wake at the crack of
dawn when the world is still sleeping, the bright stream of sunlight shining through the windows as it rises on the horizon, faintly at first then a slow
crescendo to the bright morning light.
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