Halia at the Botantic Gardens

I ordered a trout dish, and when I took my first bite... woah, I felt woozy. The slight burst of flavour, the perfect texture.

And then you discover the variety of textures, flavours and colors on a single plate. Subtle, surprising, satisfying.

Guilty expensive indulgence. Totally makes me want to work harder, earn more money, just to buy food that will take me near heaven. Haha.

Thanks!!!

The white piano

Corrinne May's "Fly away".

How?

They belong to the same puzzle.

But the pieces aren't fitting in.

Like parellel lines,

They run alongside,

Similar, but never intersecting.

There is a great gulf in between.

I saw a dead bird

You must've seen a dead bird before.

A pile of feathers lying on the ground.

Its wings once cut through still air,

It once saw our world from far above.

It once flew weightless and free,

It once perched itself high on a branch.

But when it ends...

To return to dust when death darkly calls.

That experience, how humbling it must be.