Freedom

6:00, Something is different about this morning. Perhaps quietness of a weekend.
Clouds look layered in white and gray all over the sky with glowing breaks here and there. Dull wind blowing in the balcony is saturated with moisture as if to condense and materialize at any moment. The direction of the breeze has obviously changed. Now blowing from the cluster of high-rise buildings in the south.
Three crows fly past across the mottled sky, going upstream along the invisible path of the wind. A shrill caw echoes through the sea of houses. The residents are still in a coma, I imagine. Yet the world is here. I sit here and think of the tiny existence of us. Sure we are here but... not such a big deal. Suddenly an enormous feeling of freedom wells up from nowhere and fills me out.