Seeds

Too much gloom and doom have marred these pages. Today, I want to remember things of goodness, of togetherness.

It wasn’t perfect. If anything, it was probably, very far away from that ballpark. Frustrations were running a-boil, videos were running mute, sound levels were being experimented with mid-song. Yet, there was still something largely satisfying about the culmination of the past 2 months into those 2 hours. And then it occurred to me that no matter how many blunders were made, or how far things were from ideal, the old adage that we always brush off with a dismissing laugh still rings true:

The process meant so much more than the endpoint.

V laying out the groundwork that first night on a sketch-pad, with W’s magic waffle balls and hot chocolate to keep us warm on a winter’s night.

S, coming over on a Thursday to nut out the Panel questions.

Trekking up Peel Street in the cold to C’s for an experiment of sorts with music and lyric.

N, perusing over paper on a pillow, with a pen in her hand. I can almost see the trails of sweet melodies forming in her head. She hums them quietly under her breath.

We ordered too many cups of tea at Pacific House. And then, it was many a brainstorm going down on a glass dining table in a Blue Tower, accompanied by vanilla ice-cream and apricot crumble – B, laboriously practicing his Singaporean accent. C, spontaneously combusting into peals of laughter over highly inappropriate anecdotes.

Ah, so very many new beginnings to celebrate indeed.