I step outside barefoot this breezy early morning and when the breeze runs over me like some waterfall does over those stones washing away their roughness, all that covered me until now goes away somehow.
Its a rainy smell. Cold and purely cold. I smell it and just as the cold floor kisses my feet, I wish to keep walking. To keep walking down the streets. Through the lanes. By the Palm trees seeming to be reaching higher and higher every time I see.
The usual Blue sky covering itself with the shades of Grey that appears to me as one of the few mesmerizing things and that I secretly love, meet a shade of light lavender only to strike a chord of realization somewhere in me. Echoing that this is what it stands for. Revolution.That this is the moment I was meant to witness after everything I stepped out of and before anything I may sneak into.
The moon looks at its best showing off itself among the clear lavender sky that makes it look brightest like never before and saying to me that even a dawn won't be as beautiful.
My destination still is unknown holding the kind of anonymity that makes me want to continue. This is where I stand at the moment. I've reached. Finally reached somewhere rather than being nowhere at all. Because had it been known to me, I'd rather have chosen to simply abandon.