Last Saturday, there’s nothing unusual when I took J and K to playground for a round of cycling exercise.
It’s as packed as any other weekend.
Kids were running around and screaming in joy.
Bubbles (blown by both children and parents) were carried away by evening breeze.
A few kites were dotting the sky.
And in the far corner of the park was an ice-cream vendor ringing his bell attracting attention.
It was just a normal, hot, dry evening…
Until I laid my eyes on something rather unusual: [Read more…]
