Saturday, November 15, 2008
How Deep is YOUR Love?
I think there is nothing more blessed than watching a father teach his little daughter how to ride a bicycle.
He was so sweet. He cycled very slowly beside her and even took the side nearer to the drain. He kept encouraging her to pedal harder, "That's it, that's it, keep going." And when she cried, he got off his bicycle to kneel beside her and placed his large hands gently on her little shoulders, saying "Big girl already, big girls don't cry already. Daddy will cycle with you ok? Daddy loves you." And she wiped away her tears on her little pink sleeve.
I also saw a couple sharing a little picnic mat on the grass. They must have been in their mid-30s or so. They were looking at job listings on the Classified section in the Straits Times. Scanning carefully through the narrow black prints and the tiny black letters. His fingers were grey from all the flipping. So were hers, from holding his. I made that part up lah.
And every five metres there will be a young couple on square picnic mats. The boy would be strumming up a tune on his guitar, while the girl would look at him in honest wonderment against the backdrop of orange skies and receding tides. I could literally see snowflakes falling amidst the swirls of infatuation, transfixed in googly eyes within their little snowglobe of perfection.
Have I mentioned how perfection irks me at times? I think that's called Envy.
Keep bleeding,
Love
tried to hunch; 10:56 PM
