doin' nothin'

when the weather is good, sometimes, all i want to do is to lie on the grass and absorb the fresh air and grin at the sky.



now i know why the angmohs worship the sun so much. and why they have apecial affinities to patches of grass. firstly, coming from the sunny island of singapore, we all take the sun for granted. the sun shines on us all year round, literally (but at least its UV rays aren't as murderous as those in oz...).

and i remember (from the days of running a backpackers' lodge aeons ago) being asked if there was a patch of grass to sit on. this aussie traveller had just come back from a traipse around little india, and told me she got stared at when she had a lie-down on this patch of grass a short distance away from the main road (serangoon road, i assume) to read. it sounded really strange back then. why would anybody want to sit - let alone lie on the grass?! i mean, it's always damp, and pretty much full of creepy crawlies.

that was until i came to melbs. aah. the paradigm had shifted. in summer, people walk barefoot on the street, and just about camp out on bits of turf. maybe it's the going-bush in their blood or summat, but now i think i understand a little more about this lying-on-the-grass business. it's about feeling the earth under your feet, a physical connection - in addition to a very visual one with nature, and appreciating the good earth.

it's a good feeling to have. just to lie back on the grass, stare up into the blue, blue sky, close your eyes, and feel the sun's rays beating down on your face. doesn't get much better than this... unless you couple it with a cold beer, a cookout and the ocean lapping at your feet.

summer is here.