6am on a Sunday. The rushing air is cold and everything feels a little ghostly. I can't decide if the people jogging and walking silently at that time makes everything more or less eerie.
Photos are not fantastic but I'm glad the hues of sunrise got captured. It's a good motivation to go back with a better camera. That, and the memory of seeing a translucent fiery orange globe ascend.
Also, it's so much faster and easier going to Pasir Ris Beach on a bicycle than on buses.
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