A large dog, its fur the color of finely ground coffee, trotting merrily across a zebra crossing and then along a sidewalk, disappearing as the bus turns into the next junction.
Two teenagers sitting side by side upon the swings under the moonless sky, their long dark hair tinted orange by the dull glow of an aging streetlamps. I jog past.
In an MRT, a pair of girls communicate silently in rapid sign language while the world chatters noisily past. My stop arrives.
These are the snippets of life, the stories yet untold.
Always, I wonder: what if? What if I had?