There was something strange about today; not something one can easily name, but certainly noticeable to those who considered themselves to be "in tune" with that which goes on around them. It was the first spring-like day, though it was spring a week ago. I stood in the school library, going about my daily routine, when I looked out the long window that encompassed the entire wall. Had I not known it was only two-thirty, I would have thought it to be dusk. The sky was gray and blanketed by clouds with the only sunshine being a slight rosy hue on the far horizon. The sight alone would have unnerved most anyone, but I found myself thinking a foreign thought which was more frightening than the uncharacteristically dismal sky.
"This is the end of the world. Right now, I'm watching the world end."
It was quite a drastic thought, which is why it scared me so much, but I shook myself free of it, quite literally I may add, and started the long walk home. For a warm day at the end of March, the chill in the wind was unmistakable. I clutched my books closer to my chest and kept my eyes turned down to the ground. My hair whipped across my face, making me think of a lonely maiden walking down an empty alleyway in the pouring rain. Something just felt wrong. Even the birds were quiet, except for the occasional chirp. A call to loved ones, a warning it may seem. Gone were the happy chatterings of sparrows and robins. Just silence, nothing more and nothing less. Trees looked more haunting than usual, with their still bare branches waving in the wind and everything around me felt eerie and surreal, like a dream without direction or purpose.
I stepped inside my house and for once, I was thankful to be home.
Iselia Dragonwill · Thu Mar 31, 2005 @ 08:35pm · 0 Comments |