The water play area is one of my favourite parts of the Punggol eco-town. It belongs almost exclusively to the children, and they are attracted to it like fireflies are to light.
The same sprinklers keep the adults at bay, a watchful eye trailing the kids, a call out once in a while, but otherwise the children are left on their own, by choice or otherwise. I found myself subconsciously rooting for them as they relish the taste of freedom, their infectious laughter ringing above the drizzle of water sprouting from the sprinklers.
I stood, watching.
The mist of water catches the light, and it casts silhouettes and iridescent shades over the play area. Just then, I can’t help but find the scene all too poetic.