The Hill behind my house always hold a sense of serenity yet mystery for me..
This is a hill which i spend a large part of my childhood in, there are also times when i use it as a shortcut between my house and my grandma's hse which is just on the opp side of the hill. Sometimes i wander around to explore more.
Daily morning activities would see people jogging vigorously, elderly doing taiji in groups, others having their slow morning walk before dim sum, kids running around with their parents. In the mist of this happening, seasonally, you could see raw cotton floating around from the cotton trees. Drifting in mid air, looking for a spot to lay down. A green pasture where it can breath new life into. On a historical side, this hill seen thru the British Colonial days where this same hill, you could see the sea, the singapore river in its great splendour. This hill is no lesser than Fort Canning. It used to house prisoners on the hill top before it was converted to a water reserves as what it is now.
What a place to be in, for nature or history, this is Pearl's Hill......
" Man and nature, living together"
"The road in life is long, but you are never alone..."
