Contemplation Under the White Sanctuary

Walking into the bustling city of Singapore, one is greeted by the sight of a towering Gothic structure - St. Andrew's Cathedral. It stands like a touch of pure white amidst the hustle and bustle, quietly standing alone. Stepping onto the stone steps and looking up at the spire pointing towards the sky, the sunlight falls on the white walls, as if casting a layer of holy light over the years. Entering the interior of the cathedral, the stained glass windows cast colorful shadows under the sunlight, seemingly telling stories of faith and blessings over the centuries. The air is filled with a faint woody fragrance, bringing a sense of tranquility. Sitting on the pew, away from the worldly clamor, only the gentle breeze and occasional chimes can be heard. This oldest church in Singapore has witnessed the city's changes and carries the reverence and prayers of countless people. At this moment, I forget the rush of the journey and let my soul settle in this pure white. Walking out of the cathedral and looking back, the white figure still stands, like a silent poem whispering through the ages.