..a good sneak out..

(c) Jem Ven Ar

I sneaked out of the flat in robe. The guard is now fast asleep with lights in the hallway off. I took the stairs, careful of my foot steps since I don't want to create noise that might wake up the occupants of the building this moment of dawn. I stopped in one of the floors, thinking that someone might see me, and  it might provoke a "conjuring" thought. But I was born a non-conformist. I reached the top of the building, pushed the door open, and the morning air embraced me. The sky is clear after a day's downpour, as if preparing for a triumphant day. The full moon's glow is superb, illuminating in pride as if savoring the moments while it is still the queen of the night. I stand looking at it for a minute or two as I encircled my arms to keep warm. The winter is nearing.

I stared at the sky.  It's not everyday that I am grace with a chance to be at peace with being alone. I don't know if I should be afraid with being comfortable in my solitude, but I am happy. The clouds continue to move, passing the stars that remains in the sky. I am aware of the fact that while I remain glancing at the stardom of gratitude, my countrymen are suffering of mammoth loss. And again, I still trust God who holds the blueprint of our lives. He will restore, rebuild, reassemble whatever is wrong at the present. Just as how He managed to breathe life out of dust. I can't get away from comparing the beauty of the night when the sun will soon rise. There's so much in darkness that only shines bright away from the spotlight. It is my prayer, that the night I am experiencing, the night my country is facing at the moment, the night some of you are also battling at, that we never run out of source of hope amidst our fall. God is here, even if He is not obvious.

I took the one last view of the sky before closing the door. Everything will be alright.