Today I had my cup of tea standing in the balcony doorway. The sun was still low in the sky and the air had a soft coldness to it. On the street down below, parents slowly walk their children to school, hand in hand, bags on their backs. People on their way to work hurry past rushing on their way to work. Up in the sky airplanes are beginning to leave their mark. Their contrails crisscrossing the blur sky. I don't see contrails in Singapore. Here there are so many though. Right now I can see three, the morning sun catching the white tails.