Just the two of us, reprise

To Punggol, 33 km. What a pathetic turnout, just the two of us again like last week. But I can't help but smile as I cut through the cool night air at Sengkang. The concrete jungle elsewhere is a heatsink, soaking up the heat of the day and spewing it into the night. But Sengkang is so new, with big grass plains and new wide roads with nary, well, barely any traffic. Soon, this will go. We adjourn to Seletar market to chill out. Soon, the market will go too. Development claims another victim, like Col Bar.