Midnight meanderings

Midnight - or rather the wee hours of the morning - it is the same wherever you are in the world. There's something about the loud silence in the air, the eerie yet sweet feeling of loneliness, that just doesn't change, whether you're in KL, Bentong or London.

I can hear the occassional whirring of a vehicle or two on the road outside.

At the risk of stating the obvious, everything slows down to a crawl at midnight. If, like me, you are not occupying yourself with work as you should be, midnight sometimes invites pensiveness... melancholy....

I miss you so very much.