13 Aug 2026Segar

Rain Tree Steps after rain

Notes taken on the way down, while the road is still wet.

Opening from the gutter: I write these on walks — sometimes finished at the kitchen table, but always started with my shoes still damp.

This page is the front porch of the blog — not a magazine layout, just the latest notes stacked in the order I remember them. Some pieces are long; some are a single crossing watched from far away. All of them belong to the same town: Bukit Panjang, Segar, the park connector, the market hose at dawn.

If you are new here, start with the Chin Swee piece from November — it is the reason I kept writing after that week — or browse the Walk Index if you prefer dates over moods.

Rain trees lining a residential road
Rain trees on the route down from Segar — the canopy that gives this blog its name.
12 Nov 2025

Blue lights on a road I usually skip

Chin Swee Road on a wet evening — sirens, blue lights, and the choice to stay at the edge of someone else's emergency.

Mar 2026

The market before the crowd arrives

Segar Market before nine: buckets, hoses, and the uphill walk home with too many vegetables.

Feb 2026

The LRT curve above the flats at dusk

The Bukit Panjang LRT leaning into its curve while the sky goes copper for a minute.

Jan 2026

Rain trees along the road after a shower

Rain trees still dripping long after the shower has moved on — a morning route I never get tired of.

"The road teaches you timing — when to walk, when to wait under the tree."

Bukit Panjang is vertical and green in patches. The LRT is louder than people expect when you live under it. I am Wesley — one person, one flat, no studio sign on the door.

I do not publish on a schedule. Notes appear when a walk leaves something behind — a sound, a smell, a crossing I cannot unsee. The writing is plain on purpose: no sponsored links, no comment section, no newsletter pop-up. If something here resonates, email is the only door.

The name Rain Tree Steps comes from the stretch near home where the pavement stays dark longest after rain, and where the trees drop petals like loose change. I pass it almost daily. It has become the measure of whether a morning is worth writing down.