Trudging through snow-glazed woodlands at blue hour hand in hand, the full moon illuminating the path from across the horizon.
It seems that the world is the most alive when everything is asleep.
You can really think, there is no noise to pollute your mind in this moment.
The suffering of which you have endured slowly melts away, just like the snow will by tomorrow morning.
Nature can be the best stress reliever.
You can kick the snow, punch a tree as hard as you can, scream at the top of lungs.
Or you can simply just cry
Cry out questions as to why you feel this way, or why such things has happened to you.
But does there need to be a reason?
Perhaps it just happens, regardless or who we are.
Blue hour is sacred, the world around you becoming as blue as it is to you mentally.
Then the sun rises, you can see it beyond the trees, painting the sky with subtle pinks and oranges.
The white snow is slowly becoming more vibrant.
This point in time, between blue hour and sunrise, could be symbolism for life itself.
The darkness is not forever, but it can be comforting sometimes.
The sun will always rise again.
It will for you, too.
You must wait.
You must stay.
And you will have your orange and pink skies again.
The ones you truly deserve.
For Jal.
