Esplanade Rooftop


At first sight, it took me back to a childhood memory of my grandmother hanging clothes out in the common corridor– "more sun here", she said to agreeing neighbours. i walked in closer to look at the photographs of skins printed on the light, sheery fabrics. i glanced down at my newly recovered skin, noticing the textural similarities of palm lines and drawn maps. (for a fleeting moment, i also noticed myself noticing.)and when the cloths began to yield with the growing breeze, i took it as a reminder to breathe. i sat down and slowly closed my eyes for a little peace. i thought— there i was sitting on the grass at the rooftop in the city, a maze of buildings and busyness— a quiet piece of art helped me find a way into equanimity.