Stepping out of Clarke Quay MRT station yesterday evening, I was a little thrilled at seeing the sky.
Plumes of droplets-leaden clouds somehow managed to break away from the precarious mass that usually envelops the sky these days. They were at the furthest end from me, starkly contrasting with the rest of the darkening sky.
The ephemeral beauty was matched by its own sense of fragile transition. This was an image that either portended a yet to finish rain storm, or it was a crackling respite that marked the end of a dreadful rainy afternoon.
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