These busy days never seem to get over. I miss seeing the dying rays of the setting sun; the once bright sky rendered a deep grey color with a hint of orange. Those were the days when while returning home, I would notice the garish lights and the din and bustle of the living, thriving city; not the thoughts of impending office work that engulf me in their shadows as they do now as I travel home through the city. I need my own space. I need music and books to fill up the spaces in between while living my everyday life. I need to immerse myself in daydreams to refresh myself. I need nature’s ever-changing beauty to energize me with its rawness. I need small talk to fill my time with joy and gaiety. I need a bit of laziness to while away my time.
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