Today on my morning run, as I was listening to U2’s “It’s a Beautiful Day” (insert irony here) on my Ipod, I came upon a monkey eating Fruit Loops out of someone’s trash bin. He stopped and looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights before he took off through the trees. It’s like this every morning. A few days ago, it was a huge black squirrel that ran next to me on the sidewalk for a few minutes as if he were my loyal dog.
The neighborhood where I live is very hilly, filled with lush foliage, sweet smelling jasmine, alien-like lizards and old houses that some of the locals believe are haunted. During WWII, the British lost Bukit Timah (where I live) to the Japanese. Many soldiers died here that day. And in 1860, over 200 people were reportedly killed by tigers. So, I tend to believe the ghost rumors.
As I run by the workers from Bangladesh squatting on the side of the road, waiting for their ride to take them to work, I think about how great it would be to be able to fly, then I realize, I AM flying!
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