Unlike every Fridays that I could barely recall, today is
possibly one of those “extraordinary” days that I would not fail to
remember even in the next couple of years. I have been staying here in Albany for the last six months and since then I had never felt this freezing coldness that would awaken me before the crack of dawn. I instantly checked my online weather indicator – an astonishingly 2° Celsius. Oh my, and it’s not even winter. I got Goosebumps all over. My hands and feet turned stone cold and I shiver uncontrollably. I guess this is how people respond to extreme low temperatures when not in fact used to the cold.
For
the last 3 days, we have been experiencing torrential rains and strong
winds brought about by severe storm and bad weather conditions. From our window, I could hear the strong wind gusts and rowdy sound of the leaves and trees outside. The dripping rainfalls on our window glass give me a melancholic mood. There is something very bizarre about rain or when it rains. There’s so much symbolism to it that you can relate to just about everything in life. And right at this very moment, I feel a certain twinge of solitude. I feel so alone, so far, far away from my comfort zone.
This photo I have attached was taken from our window view of the outside blustery weather. The picturesque skies now hovered by gloomy clouds. A depressing vision of what was usually a "Thank-God_it's Friday" day of the week.
