I found myself in a fabric store in my new home country, Singapore, asking for anything they had in fall colors. Singapore is one degree north of the Equator and experiences no seasonal changes. The weather in Singapore is like living in The Truman Show. It’s as if someone is sitting behind the curtains at the control panel and they turn on the rain for about an hour each day and then set the temperature back to hot and humid with the occasional thunderstorm to keep things interesting. You can imagine the bewildered look on the faces of the elderly Singaporean shop owner and his wife when I asked for seasonal colors.
Empty Plate . Full Heart 