When I had done my warm-ups with the pen, I picked out certain characters in the porridge queue for further practice.
On a clear day, you wish your camera had eyes like yours that see the unblemished horizon, free from haze and pollution and before you the clouds drifting by over the oil refinery where the chimneys were not spewing or discharging dirt into the air. It was a beautiful morning and you wish that where the sea meets the sky you see the outline of islands in the distance instead of man-made structures. That not being possible you could still feel good looking at the blue patches that is the sea and the thick foliage of the flowering Tembusu trees right in front of you.
