It was a refreshing change: tearing through quiet roads at night - big spacious roads that you can roam and occupy entire lanes by yourself. In a claustrophobic city-state like ours, perhaps the way forward is to be a nocturnal citizen. Life becomes more liveable after a hard day of work and slogging when the sun has gone down. This is the time when the tropical heat subsides and worker bees start retreating into their boxed dwellings. The congested streets are unclogged and the roads become lighter. A lot lighter. Instead of expending energy to fight flying darts and small and big battles, you can afford to let your hair down and be less apprehensive under the cover of darkness. You could even sing a tune and hear your voice, or scream into the surrounding emptiness and feel relief as your body naturally extirpates bad energy accumulated throughout the day. The night affords calmness and solace, something which you couldn't have in the day when the second never stops ticking and people never stop moving. It is different from the day: the second moves slower, and your mind has time to rest and ponder about things.
It's 1am; I saw a guy jogging, then a man walking his dog on the opposite side of the road. Turning left at the traffic junction, I glimpsed a group of young lads walking and chatting on the side pavement.
I wished the night were longer and I wasn't sleepy, so that I can continue to savour the remaining coolness and quiet before the day and all its din take over.
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