One Evening Sky

Woke up this morning with a flashback from many many years back — an evening with dark clouds, rainy sky and a heavy heart. The thought of that evening lingered in my mind for a few minutes before the present took over.

And now before the day is about to end, that thought came back uninvited. I looked up the internet to see if I could find a picture which was in any way close to the image I had in mind from almost 20 years back but nothing matched to how the sky that was that evening.

That evening was my last evening at work in my first onshore work visit. The two months I spent there brought me new personal and professional experiences, new places to marvel at, clear blue water and lovely teasing winds. For all these reasons and more, my heart ached to know that this would be my last day there. I had to catch a flight the next morning, and so I left office early so I could finish my last bit of packing. Coming back alone, walking through the harbour with the umbrella in hand, and tears waiting to pour, it was as if the inner me and the outer universe were both gloomy, sad, not pouring but waiting to pour, still yet a storm brewing. It was the perfect amalgamation of the inside and the outside, the heaviness inside my heart and the gloomiest cloudy sky I have ever seen.