Beautiful Sunday

My legs were heavy as I was coming home. Feeling grumpy from my awoken sleep. I was practically dragging my feet. My body and hands seem to be lagging behind my soul. And my eyes seems hard to be kept open. The weather was still and humid. Typically afternoon feel in tropical Singapore.

Luckily I got myself a seat in the train. As I slowly piece myself back, I found strength to drop dad a message to tell him that I'll be going to work earlier tomorrow (where I work, it was renovated over the weekend and we had to do some unpacking before the monday "starts".) I did that with a sigh and whine inside me. Sundays have always been a day that makes my heart heavy. Makes my soul lost. Makes my mood sour. Makes my face glum. The next day would always be a dreadful working day which I never yearn for. Especially so when you never know how long your working hours go and how long your day would be.

As the train came out from the tunnel, I was out of the trance. With the sun setting on my face, I suddenly found the skyline so beautiful. The glare it gave was so calming and peaceful. It had a nostalgic feel and reflected on where it ought to. And with such a beautiful scene I found myself awaken by my dwellings and grouchiness.

I thought to myself, "I have all that I need, and my life's gonna be great since it already is!". When I reach my station, I happily trottled my less heavy feet and took a cab home with a smile.