Scattered Showers

The lofty dream of me studying Japanese always seems to be put on the back burner. The books, waiting, hoping. My mind, making lists, prioritizing. Dusts settles. More things crossed off of my to-do list, more things added, scrolling down I see those books sitting beside me. I carry them around with me, my constant companion, casually opened but never devoured.

Yesterday was brilliant with sunshine. The weather it seems, had forgotten all about the day before. The carnage. The life lost. You would think the weather would respect that a life was lost, be grey, be cloudy, be silent. Not glowing with all it's exuberance.

Is the sunshine after the storm a way to restore faith?

The angels, riding on the bits of roof swirling through the air. The fear of having one's shelter cave in on them, tears my heart. The love, the security, the cause of death. Home sweet home.

I'm looking to the horizon.

Must be the weather.

Where are you now?