missing home.

it’s a lovely autumn day here. I’m sitting in our kitchen, at my favourite spot, where I can look straight out of the windows. the sky is a very very pale blue, merging to white at the horizon, and there’s a single plane gliding across the view, leaving a wispy trail. everything is tinged gold in the late-afternoon light, the trees are swaying with the wind. and ‘Gold In The Air Of Summer’ is playing. I could really just sit and look out for hours.

it makes me think of days at home, grey clouds streaking the sky outside, yet an almost searing brightness. inside it’s cool, and a breeze breathes in. zaizai is lying on his little sofa. occasionally there’s the sound of car horns, or children playing downstairs, or the nasi lemak lady. everything’s still. I’m reading the paper, or ironing clothes, or looking out, or just thinking. soon the rest of my family will be back, maybe my sister with charlene. maybe at night there’ll be supper with a friend, friends.

on those days I could already grasp how fleeting they were, how each moment would inevitably be followed by another.

yesterday I was ironing my clothes and I couldn’t help smiling. I remember how a couple of weeks back my sister said she misses her clothes being ironed and folded neatly.

funnily enough, I don’t feel like talking to anyone. I think it’d make me miss them even more. but I really pray that life is good for everybody.

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