Today the sun was shining bright in Singapore. I could see it from the windows of my classroom, where I was teaching all day.
My timing, as always, is excellent.
I could also see this beautiful patch of green.
It covered one of the underground garage entrances, and was a welcome break in the glass and cement office park.
You see the stairs leading to the grass? I wondered if people actually used them…perhaps sit in the sun on days that are a little less tropical.
So I asked.
Apparently Singapore always has weather like this. No cooler season that drops the temps below even 80 degrees. That’s when I knew — I could never live in this island paradise.
(My hair told me so.)
The Sticky Egg 