The solitary stroll I took last night was bittersweet.

Alongside the buzzing traffic and under the night lights,
bathed in the scent which smelt so happy -- the union of fresh raw grass and the fragrance of after-rain.
I took a deep whiff and felt the works of endorphins.

And I realised something was lacking.
Suddenly I found myself wrapped up in a blanket of solitude. I looked around, the walk never felt so different. It didnt feel like this one month ago.

Tears threatened, but I took out my phone, sent a text msg and perhaps felt slightly better.

And forced out a smile, albeit an invisible one.