5:45am. The slow line was crawling up Bukit Panorama in darkness. People seemed to go on a pilgrimage.
Dots of light twinkled behind a mist of white, and on the foot of the hill, those were that I would have missed if staying inside the scene.
Only when the clouds were willing to give in a little, the sun that moved in silence, wasted no time to wield the painting brush; the hill, and the ridges began to set sail for the first light of the day in the white sea. They seemed to go on a pilgrimage too.