Easter marks the end and the beginning of a life cycle. Coincidentally, or not, it is close to Thai Songkran Festival as well. This kind of occasion is always a reflective time. Call me very old-fashion, but I find it is a better and quieter time to be introspective than the modern international New Year.

It is another year that I browse Sydney on the dawn of Easter long weekend. Last year, the fog hazed the ambient. This year it is a bit wet and I decide to look into some of the back lanes. To see the city calms down in the beginning of the day is quite something.

Escalating down on the glooming morning.

Looking at the wet and empty city.

Hidden place to rest the souls.

He is doing it for us.

Where cleansing begins and ends.

That is it! I am not going in.

I dare you!

But how to get out?

Up there or down here?

Considering stepping back up to the light.

Everybody does stupid things, so why can’t we forgive ourselves and others and move on. Maybe the guilt that we can’t let go keeps haunting us. Too many questions and not enough satisfied answers, what a human!