Call it Magic.

As ironic as it is, I will miss the weekend morning runs with the family.

I hate running. (As everyone would know by now) And me actually getting out of bed at 6 am on both Saturdays and Sundays is quite a feat that deserves some applause. Though i complain endlessly about this weekend morning runs, I never did actually miss out on any. (okay, maybe once or twice.) It became sort of a ritual i looked forward to. It felt strangely therapeutic to be running with my parents and to watch the world light up beautifully. I loved how i could just tune the whole world out and it was peaceful even if the place was bustling with tourists trying to get a insta-worthy photo of the merlion. (please enlighten me as to why).

It is actually quite sad that I will have lesser of such weekends.

xoxo