twenty oh nine

the air is filled with the smell of spring; moist air, rain puddles, overcast skies and nostalgic smelling wind that doesn’t sting your face.  a little warmer and it would be perfect running weather; ipod in ears, no sunshine, raindrops splattering on your skin mixed with warm salty sweat.  

it almost feels like singapore.  almost, but not quite.  i feel a little homesick.  my thoughts are not flowing as coherently and my sentences are so short and ugly.  the weather puts me in a very pondorous mood; it makes me think very deeply of the next phases of my life..what, where and who i want to be.  i have no answer and i’m afraid that this would be a neverending quest where i’ll never get an answer