by Jolyn Low
I would miss this carefree bunch. Freedom is enjoying the weekend markets and splurging on ice cream waffles on a drizzly afternoon. It is taking the train through the storm and running through the rain to catch a bus to the middle of nowhere for halal maccas the night before finals begin. It is the feeling of peace and mutual understanding, a comfortable silence as we take another long ride home. Comfort is striding home in the cold; a comfortable chilliness where the loss of heat fuels the warmth inside. It is coming home soaked to the bone but knowing that warmth awaits. It is the feeling of being present after a night like this whilst nursing a hot cup of tea, restless and recharged for the days to come.
I have never felt more alive. Thank you.