I am home by 7 pm most evenings, when my family envelops me and becomes my world – where my routine revolves around school work, dinner and banter.
But over the last few days, I have been out later than usual, and have been in the central business district on some errand or the other.
Daylight is breathtakingly beautiful, twilight and the star-studded sky are both stunning, but man-made skyscrapers glittering like jewels at night, their backs tall and proud, astound me. I am enticed by this shimmering spectacle of buildings, their reflections bouncing and gently undulating in the water in the bayfront.
Joggers are pounding the pavement, people are heading home from work, tourists are caught up in the magic, and their cameras go click, click, click.
Christmas decorations are everywhere. Twinkling baubles of red and green, silver and blue. There is magic and hope in the air.
The world is alive and bustling. I am so caught up in all the bustle. Cars are like streamers on the road; and people are walking, talking into their phones.
There is a lone bicycle parked on the pavement. The benches are wet, testimony to the heavy rain that lashed all afternoon.
I keep taking pictures. I click this one.
I change the filter on my phone camera to black and white, and click again. The scene transforms into something even more magical.
There is only black and white. The same scene, but so different. I keep looking at the colour image and then the black and white.
While the colour image is vibrant and lively, the black and white image is somehow simpler and clearer.
And, as I head back, I liken these two images to our life. Sometimes it is so difficult to cut through all the noise and colour in our lives, to clearly see what matters.
Maybe we just need a simple filter to see things clearly in black and white, cut out all the things that do not matter and focus on the things that really do!