Afternoons are mostly the best
time of day for me… it’s almost the end of something started from dawn and when
dusk is just about to turn into night I can’t help but indulge myself with some
few laps and solitary stroll for my own.
It was a good thing that I can
find an escape hole from all the things either way I was able to solve or not
during the wakeful state of my mind.
I can go around the city either
by walking or just by using a good pair of wheels up front and back and stroll
around the piazza and care less about the traffic. I love these times, the
hi-way a bit too busy for their own to see the few lights shining its way as
dusk embraces, the sound of sirens, people chattering and the sudden honking
from the cars swerving from curves and bends. 
Panoramic yet catchy at some
vantage point though I’d prefer the quiet and cool breeze around the
subdivision where I usually take on most of my biking get away.
I can enjoy the sites, the sun
setting and the people cowering back home as the night slowly fades all the
brightness the sun can give.
An expiration date for what the
day has to offer a blissful moment for me. I find good thoughts as birds slowly
make themselves in trees and sing their lyric-less chirps to another as bats
fill the sky looking for some insects flying in the midst of their empty
stomach from all the daylight hibernation.
There is a place for me on these
times. A quiet rendition of life taken from an egoistic insensibility given by
nature only a few can appreciate and bring awe to the soul.
