Yesterday, I passed by the student dorm I used to live in during my studies. It is still standing where I left it. You can imagine all the memories that rushed to my mind. And then it occurred to me. It is the walls and windows that I regret not being surrounded by anymore, the concrete and the glass.
It is a lovely day today. The sun, and whatever thought flies in like a cloud in the morning sky. The rains have stopped, may just for a while. The road is still drying off and the ponds are slowly losing bits of their quantity. Has life been so cruel that each time it is good, we slip into anxiety of questions when it will it go bad again? The clouds are not white anymore.