The world looks so different when you step out on the weekend.
For example, the yellow gulmohar trees outside my house shed their tiny leaves only in the daytime, because i have never seen those trees shower their leaves like cherry blossoms when i return home late at night.
Also the people on the commute are just different. There is no sense of chaotic organisation that all daily commuters seem to share. And they are all cheerier. Calmer.











