A Dopamine Morning at Clementi Woods Park
September 15, 2025•1,084 words
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Early morning at Clementi Woods Park, the air is thick with last night’s rain, damp and cool against the skin.
The trail bends and dips like a ribbon laid out beneath a canopy of trees, red earth and asphalt stitched together in uneven seams. Within a few strides, sunlight begins to break through the leaves—thin, restless shafts scattering across the ground like handfuls of gold dust.
Each step falls into this shifting mosaic of light and shadow, in rhythm with the pulse hammering in my c...
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