What's in between?

I like to look outside my window.

The view is the same every day, but it is different at the same time. There's always different cars driving on the expressway, some black, some silver, the occasional brightly neon colored car. There's different accidents that occur too, some light skidding of tyres, others so serious the commotion would rouse me from sleep. Singapore is summer all year round but sometimes I look outside and it is morning, sometimes it is evening and the Sun is gonna set. Sometimes its so hot I can barely open my eyes to face the glaring ray of sunlight, the next moment it can turn gloomy and dark and pour heavy rainwater droplets down from the sky.

I like that time of the day when it is in between day and night; evening. When I see flocks of birds fly back to their nests in the trees and call it a day, yet as they settle down on the branches, they do not go to sleep yet, instead they chirp merrily to one another, creating a chorus that is so messy yet harmonious at the same time. When I see people rushing onto the buses and trains after working for the entire day, yet not all of them go straight home to their beds, they loiter around outdoors, have meals with their loved ones, stroll aimlessly.

It's like when the sky meets the ground; water being a medium between the two. Sometimes it seems so unreachable, two totally different expanses, but then after a while, it becomes something natural.