Went to watch fireworks again at the Esplanade....
I am surprised that there is still a crowd even though it is on display everyday for the entire 15 days of Lunar New Year.
Anyway, I made up part of it that night.
I remember my childhood days of watching fireworks on National Day from the corridor of my flat. And my Dad would prepare his tripod and Nikon camera to capture the spectular scene. This happened year after year...and I realised that after almost 2 decades, I am still watching it with awe.
Why the fascination? I asked myself.
I looked around me and saw people of all ages. Looks like I am not the only one that remains fascinated by the display of lights in the dark sky.
I guess it is that feeling of not knowing what would the next display look like, that adds on to the fascination. Every firework display is different...and the same...Different in that the sequence, colours and the way it appears and fades out varies but the same in that they are just like splatters of water colours on the piece of dark paper.
It is also that weird feeling of watching the lights fall down from the sky that makes me want to see another display. Likening it to the scenario of beautiful things don't last long, its that moment in time...
And the magical thing is, no matter how short the display might be, I always feel like the whole world has stopped spinning, as I get lost in the sky...