It was unusual that night, as I will usually change and take a shower immediately when I reach home after a tiring work day.
Instead I changed and stood in front of my windows and enjoyed the night breeze.
As I stood still looking out into the town that has fallen into darkness, I felt at ease.
My windows were wide open, the north-east wind rushed into my flat, caressing my face and my body.
It was a cool evening, with the December rain showering the island during the day.
To be exact, it wasn’t dark outside, as lights from every household in this concrete jungle lighted up the whole place.
In the near distance, the train station was busy with trains snaking in and out, with their headlights looking like a pair of shining eyes, whizzing through the rails.
I’ve always felt lucky to have moved into this flat of mine, a place where I call home. For years, I’ve looked out from these windows, letting my thoughts fly or memories flock into my mind.
It has always given me some level of inner peace.
The world outside, is so familiar yet so far away from me. It is not a new world to me, for I’m part of it. But as I looked out from the window, my thoughts flew out of the windows, to the world outside, wondering what the other households are doing at that very moment.
There were a few wisps of clouds gliding slowly in the dark sky. They were moving so slowly, that I could hardly see them moving.
But they were moving.
Then I had the sudden urge to snap that moment down.
I set up my tripod, sat my camera on it and started to adjust for long exposure.
I did not know what I was trying to capture — Was it the streaks of cloud movement in the sky? Was it the streaks of lights produced by the movement of the train headlights? Or was it the liveliness of this small town in this small little island in the early night?
I took a few shots before I showered and got ready to edit the pictures.
It was Charlene who provided me some advices on the pictures.
She told me to leave the windows there (I was trying to crop them away) and said the windows tell the story of the world outside. I was hesitant for a while, fearing that they may be a distraction to my picture, but decided to heed her advice.
In the end, I trimmed down to three pictures, which I thought I should share it with people who can appreciate my photography and my thoughts.