On Thika Road, in the full glare of the tropical sun.
Between the lanes, enclosed by the guardrails, the ground was bare and uninspiring, and the road on its sides so dark, lean and annoyingly redundant.
It was miles on miles of tarmac and guardrail, save for occasional signs and cameras.
The road was at its best; bitumen-dark, well polished and quite smooth on the rubber wheels.
The ground on the other hand was at its worst. No sight could be more appalling than such a long stretch of browning grass. It drained away the spectacle of road adventure.
It felt like visual torture; looking at the bareness of tarmac without a spot of green.
Then daylight faded, and the lesser lights took the moment away.
Little bright lights crisscrossing the road looked far more interesting than the bare greenless tarmac of the day. The road became lively.
Night time breezed differently. The cold rush of air through the window was way more invigorating and inviting than the day’s warm breeze.
The nightscape blazed with color all around. Name brands stepped out of the dark, standing high with color and ego for their brands.
The night experience was elating compared to the day’s. This the power of absolute darkness.
It hides all the blemish, and builds a new canvas on top, well suited for the LED colors of man’s making.
But the dark has never been one to be praised. So why did I prefer a nightly road adventure?
Am I losing taste for nature’s organic beauty, or do I just hate the sight of nature in it’s depravity?