And I realized something in that moment — something small, but deeply felt. I could’ve visited Singapore a hundred times, walked its streets, eaten in its restaurants. But I would never have seen it the way I saw it that night. From that quiet perch on a moving ship, removed from the noise and hurry, I saw it more clearly. Its shape. Its light. Its stillness. All the things we miss when we’re too close, too busy, too distracted.