As I step off the BTS at Bang Kapi, the blue hour begins to settle in. The sky shifts gently from pale light to deepening dusk, painting everything in soft shades of blue and gold. Below, traffic crawls in a slow, restless line, horns and engines blending into a constant hum. Tall buildings rise ahead, their windows catching the last light of day, while the BTS track stretches gracefully toward the horizon, disappearing into the evening.
