I was putting together some muesli and strawberries and yoghurt for breakfast, listening to Rilo Kiley’s “With Arms Outstretched,” when all of a sudden there was a feeling in me, in my throat and in my tummy and in my toes, that I wished I could be going to breakfast instead in Tiong Bahru Market with CC and Mowmy.

It’s grey outside, and cold-looking.