The night walk

It was a guided walk by the serenity of the beaches at Pasir Ris, occasionally punctuated by the chatters of the young in their tents, and the dim glows of the embers in the barbeque pits. Beneath the overcast night skies, the tired moored ship, raised on a dry dock above water, illuminated by blindingly bright headlamps poised like vultures above appeared almost surreal. She conducted me through a time-lapsed personal mindscape, touching me with narratives of a window into childhood, pastimes, and adventures into the unknown.