In Singapore the sun rises at the same time every morning. Twelve hours later, almost to the minute, it sets. Each day is hot and humid, differences are measured in degrees - a few one way or another. If you're observant, you can trace the slow passing of the seasons by noting where the sun rises against the backdrop of skyscrapers. In February it passes over the far left of my balcony and by November it rises over the far right. I used to tell myself I didn't miss the seasons. Truth is, I miss three of them. Luckily, we passed through upstate NY at the peak of fall. Everyone was complaining about the lack of color but I wasn't one of them.
