The calm after the thunderstorm made its impression by inviting the sun to lit up the city in its usual fashion. The clouds, so voracious in its appetite to devour any inch of blue sky this morning, gradually shed the melancholic dark grey color and change into an innocent white, and soon scattered around innocuously as if having no home to go to, a stark contrast to its earlier malevolent intent to wash away the earth.

Stepping out of the office, after eight hours of torturously monotonous work, I unbent my mental constraints and thrusted my face upward, to take in the fresh air and the dewy surroundings, where the usual primness is temporarily replaced by a glistening abstract texture. Suddenly I realize how long a way have I come to this junction, and how much along the way I have lost, things that are irretrievable and will never again be at my disposal, no matter how hard in trying to correct those mistakes.

I met up with Y. at a ramen shop. Y. showed me pictures documenting her sojourn in Northern Europe, where she made acquaintance of many great friends. In many ways I secretly admired, maybe even envied her for her personality, for her family background, for her temperament, for her liveliness and coldness, each alternating at irregular intervals. I've never made this impression upon her, for her aloofness towards people in general had prevented our friendship to gain any meaningful underpinning. Soon she will be going away to sojourn at some exotic corners of the Earth; and of her return we will once again nourish our lukewarm friendship with ramen and beer.