A hazy evening……

It was close to 9pm by the time I alighted from the bus near my house last evening. I have just left the hospital where Mom is staying.

The street was somewhat quiet, with only a few cars whizzing past and a couple of quiet souls walking along the street.

It was a hazy evening, as I breathed in the burnt smell which is slightly different from the cigarette smoke. I could also feel the fine particles (I assume they were ashes) falling onto my body as I walked.

I knew the street was quiet because of the haze.

As I was heading back home after I got my pack of cigarette from the nearby petrol kiosk, I just had the sudden urge to capture the “misty” surrounding. Pondered for a while, I whipped out my camera from my heavy backpack which I have learnt to bring along wherever I go and whenever I can, including going to work.

And I am glad I did.

When I got home, the PSI reading displayed on the television was 232.