The orangish-yellow sky serves as a connector between the night and the day. The environment is pleasant and incomprehensible at the same time. The bright glowing lights outside give the show of festivities.
It is the onset of the night, and I can feel the connection between the night and the day.
It rained a little while ago for a few minutes as if somebody pissed on us from above. The increase in the heat is evident from the sweat on my face.
I am circling in the park just like everyone else here. It feels like a compulsion. A path carved for you, and you walk it without interest.
There are various kinds of walks that I see. Some stroll in a pair of two and talk continuously. They are here for some private talking.
Some walk briskly; the fastest they could walk before they start running; they know the benefits of brisk walking.
Some walk and stretch and twist at the same time; they want to make the most of this walk.
Some walk casually, looking and observing everything they see.
The night is engulfing us now. The lamps have just come up. The surface of the cropped plants are flat and shine under the light. The ones left uncut are fuller and happier.