the fragrance of pandan fleetingly entered marathon man's nostrils. there's the wild, tall pandan plants stood around him, giving out a reinvigorating scent that jocked him from exhaustion to alertness. the jungle was a unpredictable place. nicely so. the small stream, flowing with clear water, though, there's not been any rain for the past 2 weeks. and what made marathon man wonder were the darting movements on the surface of water, which were actually small, light-colored fishes. small fries, some adults. marathon man wondered how they got here. water flowed from higher elevation, but the sources up in the higher areas would be even lesser in flow rate and volume, even trickles in some cases, and less likely to be the original breeding grounds for these little creatures, they must come from the lower waters. if so how could the brace against gravity to swim upstream? fish are like sperm, they swim upstream to propagate.
marathon man started his jog at end of rifles range rd, near bukit timah road. he was was hesitating whether to continue his jog into the forest lest the wild dogs that he encountered the last time he jogged here, many years ago. his lethargy new-year mind(with so much goodies and a few late nite activities) didn't bother so much, he kept heading into the forest. on the way he met some joggers, and that put him a t ease with what he was going into. anyway, everything turned out fine. all his memories of wild dogs roaming in the open at one section of the journey did not materialize. in fact he was trying hard to recognize the place where the wild dogs roamed the last time he did his jog here. but nowhere in all his journey resemble that place. did he take a different route, or did the place changed so much, the old open space had disappeared? that would remain a mystery that time and space cast upon one's coconut size brain ever so often in life.
he was surprised to find out that the distance from the military supply base to the tree-top walk was less than 3km. he remembered it was much longer. again, his memory might have failed again. anyway, that was good news for him. he needed to finish the jog asap, and be back for a new year party later in the day.
he finished his jog in venus drive, before which he was fortunate to have take in the wild pandan fragrance in the forest trail, and more fortune befell him with the sighting of the fishes swimming happily along the small stream with water as clear as crystal.
seemingly, you need to be that much receptive to the blessings of your surroundings to appreciate the creator's message to mankind - that be kind to your environment, not that you are are worth all these tributes from mother nature, whoever you are, you better be a constructor than a destructor - take what ingredients you find and make good use of them.
no body invents, or creates(except the creator) - they only construct!
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