Here comes the sun

Just a few months ago, I was at a carnival with my wife and son. It felt like the whole Singapore was there. Everyone looked like they were having fun, being out.

Like the pandemic didn’t happened.

I remarked to my wife that it felt surreal to see everyone like that. Like how could everyone have moved on from that so easily? I felt emotionally distanced from the fun, even though I was physically there. There, but not really there.

We talked about it, and concluded it could be some form of trauma still lingering in the back of my psyche.

Then just yesterday, we were out and chanced on a basker performing on the guitar. As we watched the performance, I had this mindful moment of self-awareness, a realisation that I no longer had that surreal feeling. I was enjoying the performance, just as everyone as in the audience. I almost had a tear in my eye.

The basker was playing Here Comes The Sun by the Beatles:

Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s alright

Little darlin’, it’s been a long, cold, lonely winter
Little darlin’, it feels like years since it’s been here

Little darlin’, the smile’s returning to their faces
Little darlin’, it seems like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s alright

And I can’t think of a more apt song to signal the start of this new season.

Onwards.