Beyond The Old Causeway

it was a drive down memory lane in marsiling, to the jetty behind the neighbourhood where i spent my formative years from primary school to my university days.

it was a hazy late afternoon when we were there, but memories of my growing up days are still vivid, as if it was only yesterday i moved out from the neighbourhood since mom passed away.

and beyond the causeway, albeit hazy, many bittersweet memories clearly lingered on, saved by the old causeway that connects.

thanks for the drive lynda... that meant a lot to me.