As freedom is as free as the wind

Today was a wonderful day. It's one of those days where I felt so free once more. Like once when I went to East Coast Park with my friends and not knowing where to go. And once more when I went to Sweden and Norway. But this time round, I felt it here, right in my hometown.

I was helping one of the garden's worker, plucking out peanuts from their plants. It seems to be an ordinary job. But imagine doing it under the evening sky, with the sky painted in the cooling colours of the dusk. And the whispering wind blowing through your face. It was really... Comforting, and free.

Then as I washed the soil off my hands, I just stared onto the distance in front of me. And the sky was bluish in colour. The clouds. With streaks of golden rays passing through it. And it was just peaceful. With the sounds of the crickets and frogs heard from beneath the grasses, it was just so comforting to the ears, and to the heart.

Seriously, who doesn't mind living like that?