If it’s not already evident from the lack of posts lately, I have left the warm comfort of home for a colder, harsher reality in the city [notably, without internet at home].
Everything shifts here. This city feels schizophrenic, cold, bitter, afraid, and worn. Ambulance sirens replace birdsongs; a brick wall stands in place of the valley, mountains, lake and sky; the quail and deer have retreated to further enclaves, with only the racoons and rats remaining to contest the ravens for scraps.
Dark imagery aside, I am yet again given the task of forging a renewed life here, and must submit. In the meantime, let me get up-to-date with my remaining suburban summer days.
In the middle of August, after days of incessant sunshine and high temperatures, it rained and hailed and rained some more; so much so that it reminded me of monsoon season in India.
The day began with ideal conditions for drying vegetables to make achar, a type of Indian pickle popular in Singapore.
The rain started to fall slowly against a bright sky.
And gradually grew heavier.
Blanketing the valley.
Damaged hydrangeas at the entrance.
The rain soon died down, and a rainbow appeared (sorry for the poor quality!).
Cooler temperatures by dusk.
Lightning and thunder. Thunder and lightning.
Hot and sunny the next day.
Music: Cornelius – Drop