Hazy Memories

SG has been clouded with haze these days.
Hmm....the smell of the haze....

They could stay along the promenade for hours. It was the favourite past-time for them. To stroll from Marina to Lavendar Street. Nevermind that throngs of people were keeping away from the streets because of the haze. It was good. Because it felt that the world belonged only to them.

They laughed. Reflections of the past, rantings of the current and visions of the future were shared.

It was the best time of their youth. And it led to this best time that they are having now.