What it feels like to be outside on your rooftop, where you can see the roofs of the city and the sunset. This is where I spend my evenings and then eventually head back inside before it’s late. Do you see the birds soaring overhead in these January skies? I like to watch their flight. How they flap their wings and make their way across the blues into the tingling hues of red and pink as the day dies young. I count them, for some reason; how many are they? Are they friends or just family or just wandering being like us. Meeting. Separating. Blending into nothingness till you see nothing of them except tiny specks of color against the dark background.
I dedicate this post, today, to a city that made me realize how majestic the mountains are; be them to be green or brown or simply white in the snow. And beautiful too, for they are ever so strong and unmoving. I dedicate this post to a city that I happen to have fallen in love with: Quetta. I say this time and again and I insist upon saying again that, nature keeps one sane. Be connected with what she has to offer. I have explored much in what I had/have and I am determined to explore even more; these streets, these mountains, the windy nights of the cities I pass through.
Sure, the nights are cold in the winters and the evenings a little annoyingly chilly but let that not hold you inside your cozy rooms. Come out, see the moon or maybe just the night and admire this glorious season by experiencing what it feels like to be a part of it. To be a part of the evening, of the night. Grab a cup of tea, a book maybe or just put your sneakers. Head out. Your coat can keep your warm. It is just not worth letting this time go. So, I will be outside, tonight.
See you there.