The days have got shorter in my city. When I come to work, my city is slowly adjusting itself for welcoming the ensuing night. Full buses take people home, or may be it's just my imagination. At home, my father comes back from office during this time. When I was a child, I would look at the streetlights coming on and know it was time to end play and go home. In winters, I detested the evenings since they didn't leave too much time for games. Now I hurry to work as evening descends.
Somehow, the descending darkness seems to tell me that time is running out. This day is over, the week is hurrying past, the season's chaging again, the year's coming to an end. It seems to ask: What have you changed today? Where has this day led you? Did you do all you set out to do, in this day and in this life?
