May day, despite its rather dubious origins,  is always a welcome holiday; and I realized its actually rather pleasant to have a holiday on a Thursday, skipping the last long day of school to go to Friday where we don’t really do much anyway. Missed out on the class Iron Man outing, partially due to a lack of funds carried over from We Will Rock You. No regrets there, though. My pants are still vibrating from, well, “We Will Rock You” – awesome stuff.

In any case, staying cooped up at home on May Day didn’t sound very appropriate, so I went for a swim in the late afternoon. I had 30 laps of alternating freestyle and treading done before the repetitiveness got to me, and then I just hung around floating on my back. And I realized that the sky was blue. Not the normal kind of cloudy-sunny-blue, but a clear, cloudless, deep, blue, something I don’t remember ever having seen in Singapore – it kind of reminded me of the summer-autumn sky I saw in North Dakota during Music camp last year. The sheer purity of colour gives you a feeling that you can’t really describe with words; some may say “breathtaking”, but it’s a much deeper stirring felt than that word implies.
If you looked at the sky yesterday afternoon, you may know what I mean. Beautiful.