Evening
When I was around 20 years old, I lived in a house on the second floor of the building. The building was on the corner where the streets intersect. This is a spot where various happenings can be captured by the eyes' lens. Let me picturize what was captured on the spot every evening. Evening, a perfect time to withdraw or return. There is a school near my house and when it is evening, the sound of the school bell makes the students dismiss, returning to their homes. Minutes later, employees from various workplaces return home. Evening, a perfect time to terminate. Whatever was initiated at the start of the day must be either fully or partially brought to an end. The systems are shut down marking the end of the day; machines are stopped and shutters are closed. Because it's evening. On the other side, the yellowish rays from the sun turn grey marking the dusk. Evening, a perfect time to experience a semi-darkness, neither bright nor with the glow of artificial light. Vision bec