The Journey

My pulse raced with excitement when we were about to reach Punggol Point Park. I was welcomed by the feel of soft natural earth under my feet. The sun filtered through the clouds, signalling the end of the rain. A golden glow spread across the sky as the sun chased the dark clouds away. The pear sweet taste in the air was indeed a blessed joy. After admiring the beauty of such tranquil scenery, i walked past  those wagon-shaped cabins at Punggol Ranch catering to families, with each large enough to accommodate up to four people. The wagon transformed the whole place to a new cow boy town. Trees, rocks and wildflowers disguised a structure not meant for its surroundings.


Tranquil and contemplative, this place was a retreat from the insanity of the city. Distracted by the scenery again, i then came across a few horses. They showed pride by prancing with their ears straight forward, nostrils flaring, and head pointed downwards on arched neck as they were wringing its tail up. Their coat glows, reflecting the light. Their mane and tails are soft and not matted, lumpy, or coarse and there were some faint dapples on their hindquarters. The lingering scent of sweat coming from the horses smells like wood chips and hay. A faint sound of the waves was heard along with the wind through the trees. The laughter of boisterous young children caught my attention to the west of the jetty area. There were two huge elevated brown-rimmed barriers that looks interesting. Upon closer inspection, i was quite amazed to discover the two large ponds that were actually filled with tortoises and fishes. Birds were cutting through the air and soaring far above me.

Tress swayed to the gentle breeze and the air vibrates with the rhythmic pounding of the waves. I perched on top of the ship-inspired viewing deck above the jetty. The flat sea stretched in all directions with long breaking waves. The emptiness in my soul matches the spiritless sky and featureless waterscape around me as the salty breeze evoked memories.