I dreamt of running, light footed and swift; I ran from my past into the future, I ran from the burden of what I was tied to; of the disappointments and waiting and our intricately tied existence into a world that exists not, that people that do not know each other are intimate friends and run for each other. Were we supposed to meet? But you said your minder was going to keep you in from 8am to 4pm, and I had lessons. I had lessons, I told my mum. I had Chinese, a skippable lessons, PE and that day.

I ran multiple rounds to watch the scenes unfold like a movie, but it was so tireless it took no effort, the wind was my friend and the skies a quiet observer as I wound through short Tiong Bahru buildings, the high jump frame, old fences and my omnipresence in the runners' world

It's raining, an army of tiny drops, so quiet and gentle and fine