Chasing the Sunset - 12 Feb 2012

The train rumbled out from the tunnel. Pressed to the train door on the other side of the MRT, I made do with the little standing space I had staked out. Car showrooms went by, followed by the familiar HDB flats and small towns. Two stations later, the evening sky finally loomed in the horizon, but it continued to disappear and re-appear again from behind the urban jungle that slid past like a continuous motion picture as the train journeyed on.

My attention was completely transfixed on the sky and the falling sun. This was the best part of the day to capture the soft hues of a city and the golden rust of dusk. If morning light gives off rays of hope and impresses with its raw and nascent energy, evening light is its western cousin that charms with its expansive and gentle warmth, soothing the city and its denizens as it gradually fades into twilight before the moon emerges and seduces with its coy mystique.