The start of a new day........

Noserils fill with smell of taugae as we past through Oasis. Beatinggreen, amber and red as we turn right to copeland Avenue. Mounting curbsand soft sands as it wobble its way across the open patch. Stood therewaiting were packs of tounge sticking tail waggling mischeivious wilddogs. Cute & cuddly. Bark so unviloently. Eat so noisyly. Jump soplayfully. These are one of the residents of Pulau Sakra. We call them watchdogs. At first they were two. Then came two more. Now they add another5 to the pack. But the other two made their way alone to another shore.But do not be decieved by their innocent look. They will attack onethat wears different from us.My trip doesn't end here. To some its a beginning. But to others its awhole different meaning. Pumping only thirty, bumping up down leftright front back. It was an unpleasent ride cutting through cold breezealong side uneven 11th Ave. Gravels, potholes, softsands. The journeynever ends..........As i sat my eyes out to sea, waves crashing along the clusterd rocks,there i saw the orange tip of the rising sun creaping up along thehorizon. My eyes staring still underneath covered uv protected visions.
The start of a new day...............