I double check if I've locked the doors. Just as the door slams shut, I turn to face the bluish black darkness.
Street lights stand like loyal friends and greet me at regular intervals. The cold wind is relentless.
I rub my hands and walk a little faster. As I walk past the car park, the bright face of the moon greets me, full in the morning sky. I have a couple of mins before the bus gets here. And thats enough to get a few pictures.
They say the sun never sets on the British empire , or so I remember reading in history somewhere...
But this is the season, when it feels like the sun never rises here. The wind blows again as if to punish me for such cheekiness. Move on it seems to say. I smile to myself.
It;s dark when I leave home and it will be dark when I get here again.
Haha, it always seems so in winter, no? The only time you get to see the sun (and quite infrequently) is if you manage to step out for lunch.. but the good thing is you get more daylight just as winter gets colder :D
ReplyDeleteIt can feel nice when you have the sun, and when you don't, Meena, you still write so well!! Reminds me of these lines by Rainer Maria Rilke: "Reflect on the world that you carry within yourself. And name this thinking what you wish...Your innermost happening is worth all your love." I loved your picture!
ReplyDeleteRush- yes its always winter :(...I want some sunshine!
ReplyDeleteKiran - Thanks very much :)...
ReplyDeleteDefinitely feels nicer with the sun around. Unfortunately the sun has other plans this part of the world :))