Sometimes I think, during our best times at work, productivity varies exponentially with the number of breaks you take. During not-so-good times, the variance may be linear. Sometimes, nothing can vary your state of misery; you simply stick around like those fat-leaden Sea lions during winter, doing nothing. Well, this was not what I wanted to talk about actually. Let me describe that small break of ten minutes, during twilight, which I think is one of the best parts of my day.
Its winter and the sun goes down in a hurry, setting the stage for a long, cold night ahead. As the night slowly sets in, the western sky flaunts resplendent shades of red. But, that is not what I am interested in; I turn towards the East, towards the rear side of my office building, which opens into a vast area of barren, uninhabited land, extending all the way to the Bangalore Airport, a few miles away. The airport area forms the horizon, the place where miles of darkness ends abruptly. The bright halogen lamps seem to twinkle, possibly due to the refraction through the polluted evening air. The cold evening breeze creates gentle ripples on a lake, which lies in the vicinity of the airport, thereby reflecting a wavering image of yellow lights. While I gaze at this picturesque sight, airplanes take off, airplanes land.
"Beautiful", I say to myself and get back to work.
Its winter and the sun goes down in a hurry, setting the stage for a long, cold night ahead. As the night slowly sets in, the western sky flaunts resplendent shades of red. But, that is not what I am interested in; I turn towards the East, towards the rear side of my office building, which opens into a vast area of barren, uninhabited land, extending all the way to the Bangalore Airport, a few miles away. The airport area forms the horizon, the place where miles of darkness ends abruptly. The bright halogen lamps seem to twinkle, possibly due to the refraction through the polluted evening air. The cold evening breeze creates gentle ripples on a lake, which lies in the vicinity of the airport, thereby reflecting a wavering image of yellow lights. While I gaze at this picturesque sight, airplanes take off, airplanes land.
"Beautiful", I say to myself and get back to work.
1 comment:
Beautiful!
To say more on this post would be to dissect a aesthetically pleasing whole.
S!
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