I was on the MRT on the way home from the S-cube seminar when a double pram was shoved unwelcomingly through the throngs next to me, where a wheel rolled painfully over my foot. A toddler in a Pokemon bib stared up at my looming face. I attempted to smile (because the wiggling fingers thing is way below my dignity, although my aversion to kids aged five and below has been greatly reduced by the celebratory attitude most philosophers take to them). He (I guess it was a he) just stared and stared, then burst into tears and would not be pacified.
I really have a way with children.
Anyway, lazy today so I'll take the road most travelled and go lyrical - literally.

Daylight fading
Come and waste another year
All the the anger and the eloquence are bleeding into fear
Moonlight creeping around the corners of our lawn
When we see the early signs that daylight's fading
We leave just before it's gone
-- Counting Crows, Daylight Fading

Watching ghosts of the first three months, both Han's and mine, drift through and it's just so funny to see and imagine... now that it's all over.