I miss the evenings. Largely to the kind of work I am occupied with. This view is from my office window, through a huge glass pane. You can see the reflection of the lights, some partial construction on the left, a lamp post raising its head and a road going amidst the construction and the trees. On looking closely, you may see orange in between the green. Those are the flowers on the tree. I think its a breed of the Gulmohar. Not sure. Need to find out. It had been raining the day I took this picture. The picture is a bit hazy with the condensation on the glass.
Yes - I miss the evenings but treasure the mornings I get in return. So the mornings are not rushed...well - relatively.