At The End of The Day

It’s been a long day. It’s gone by mostly at work/college; some of it spent cribbing about being broke and some of it spent bickering with a close one. You get home tired, cranky and grouchy. Nobody’s home, and that means you need to prepare a decent meal for yourself, which leads to some more irritation on your part. It’s not directed towards anybody or thing in particular, but it exists.

You take your shoes off in a huff, wash your hands and face and enter the kitchen. You rustle up something for dinner, but because you’re in a foul mood, the food is only mediocre, if not really bad. They say that matters, at least that’s what your mother says. “Smile and cook,” she says. “It brings in a special flavor.” You figure it’s true, because your meal really does taste as foul as your temperament. Ugh. You can’t seem to do anything right.

You head in for a shower, maybe that’ll give you a fresher outlook. Once you’re out, you’re still in the same mood, only feeling much cleaner. You must put your towel out to dry immediately, because firstly, it’s just good sense and secondly, your parents will be home soon. If they see a damp towel lying around, it’ll give them something to talk about. And you’d rather they not ruin your already messed up mood.

Deciding to put the towel out to dry is one of the best things you could’ve chosen to do. You step out onto the terrace and are hit in the face by the coolest breeze that is possible for the current weather. The shock and unexpectedness of it, makes you stop and stare outside in amazement. And that is when you begin to take in the sound of silence the night presents, the black velvet of the sky, the big balls of gas stuck so strategically in place they appear to form shapes, and that big sometimes-round thing that, when looked at, seems to make all bad things disappear.

You sit out there for a while, absorbing the sights and sounds of Nature. They make you forget about mundane things, and just let you be whoever and whatever you want to be at that particular time. It brings about a strange calm within you, yet charges you up somehow. You return into your room, ready to go to bed and face the challenges of the next day. Work, broke-ness, and petty squabbles can come as much as they want – you know you can face them, as long as there’s a moon and some stars in the sky and a terrace from which you can view them clearly.