Dusk Falls

Dusk falls on an old old town. In more ways than one.

I remember seeing bicycles after bicycles manouver this corner at this time. Men and women alike. Young and old. Time when people were rushing home for dinner while their loving families await their return. Overhead, swifts could be seen and heard flying here & there in a mad rush way above human heads. They too rushing to their roost on the rafters of the many houses along the street. Their droppings would stain to five foot walk that was our verandah.

Some of the swifts or swallows as is commonly known would roost on the cables of this very old and sturdy electrical post or the more pious birds would roost under the roof of this very old chinese temple along Harrison Street. How old i would not know but i know and remember it being there when i was but a wee lad resting in my ma & pa's arms as they fed me when i was much lighter and younger.

Dinner by the five foot walk was a treat with cars zooming by and swifts zipping in and out of their nest as they prepare to retire for the day. Nowadays the cars zoom by and the motorcycles zipping in between. Gone are the swifts. Gone are the white droppings that drop from the sky.

I'm quite amazed at how much i remember after all these years.