Oct distance: 533 km
To Lim Chu Kang, 70 km. The plumage would make a cyclist proud: red and iridescent blue. The kingfisher was hanging out with egrets. I admire the egrets; how do they stay so white without detergent? How far have they flown? Where are they going? There's a flock of them, but none of them give me the answer. One of them takes flight - its wings spread out, its legs trailing behind. With one flap of its wings, it glides through the air at 30 km/h. Such majesty, yet, invisible viruses may befall it. The bird banks lazily perpendicular to my direction and it flies out of my life. The good thing about cycling alone is, I can savour such moments at my own pace. I can even wake up at my own time: an alarm-free day. Cycling beneath the little puffy white clouds against the clear blue sky like in "The Simpsons". I stop by a bikeshop; he charges me $5 to tighten my cassette. He spots a problem with my brake pad and fixes that too.
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