The Henderson Wave was where I ravel in the little magic of a boardwalk sunset. It was charming in a way, because I rarely do something like this. The last two times I was on a treetop walk, was when I was studying in Australia and we were on a road trip, And once when i was in New Zealand. The sunset was rather captivating, and I had full intention to capture the structural aesthetic of the "wave". However, they did not seem as attractive as what I saw. The beauty of the wood on the boardwalk as well as the people that were passing by. They all seemed to tell some kind of story and I found that more interesting. Besides, the "waves" shelter were occupied with many, there to watch the setting of the sun. So I pretty much planted myself flat on the floor, with my back against the wood snapping some photos. I think some passerbys might have thought I was crazy.
What made it extra special was that Julian and I actually had a very long day before we walked up to the wave. We were at various locations like the museum, fort canning etc before we made it to Hort Park. So the 2.4km up to Henderson Wave and 2.4km back down wasn't really all smooth sailing. We were tired, but we trudged on. Besides, the weather was socrching and humid. I wished we have weather like Perth's.
The climax came when we were near the wave, I saw Carpark 1 before relazing we could have drove up. I cursed and swear like a photographer ah beng gone wild! But I ended up taking it all in good stride. It was a great walk anyway! Come sunset, my calves were aching, but that wasn't the only ache I felt. Maybe because moments like these always gets you thinking. I don't like being in that moment anymore lately, because it just leaves you trapped. Literally, in a moment. But yeah, that's me. Always a victim of my own neurosis.
Good night...sleepy world. Am glad Bianca is in my bed tonight. Miss her for two whole weeks already.
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