It is such a windy night. Joy! A delicious breeze from my window makes the night so precious. It is on such nights that I yearn to lie down on the beach, look up into the sky and watch the stars blink. Also, sip hot chocolate upon a fuzzy blanket and savour the sound of crashing waves in the pitch-black. Such nights inspire poetry.
As my hubby gets ready for his business trip to the States, I am wondering what I am going to do with my "alone" time when he is not around. This isn't the first time we've spent time apart (continents apart, in fact) ~ but it always feels like the first.
The last moments together are cherished. Nobody knows what will happen tomorrow.
Clothes are ironed, folded and packed.
Last-minute "mission trips" to the mall are accomplished.
Huge bags are taken out from the storage and unzipped. Little "souvenirs" from the previous trips are discovered. We try to remember the number sequences required to unlock the combination lockers.
Chocolates are consumed in my stress.
I prepare for this Sunday's worship-leading at church. I go to work. I go to the seminary. I meet up with people. Life must go on.
When it is my turn to fly, I will need to go through all these again ~ on my own.
By that time, I hope to have finished my last papers for the semester, exercised my right to vote during Malaysia's GE13 and returned to Penang safely.
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