At the break of dusk

There is a strange pleasure in seeing or doing certain repetitive tasks. Hear the alarm clock ring irrespective of what day it is, dad's early morning wake up call, mom's ceaseless urges to take food in time, hit the send/receive tab to check any missed emails.....

of late, at the break of dusk, i get out of my office to watch the sun go down. The setting of the Sun brings in fond memories of home. Also reminds me to get home and relax. However meaningless or trivial these activities may sound, without them the very essence of life is lost. I wish i get to spend an entire day sitting in a cafe facing the river, watch the sun rise and set, read my favourite book.