Through eyes of children
On my way to work yesterday, while absent-mindedly looking out the train window, it suddenly hit me that despite travelling along the same route for close to two years now, it seemed like ages ago since I last paid attention to what I saw!? Too long, in fact. When did I stop seeing the crispness of morning air, or the subtle light changes as clouds moved past overhead, I wondered? When did I stop seeing things anew, fresh as if to a child? When and how did I become oblivios to the place I have been living for the past few years, even if it is not my country?