Just as I started to feel blue and bored, as if I had no purpose in life, and the extraordinary things I had been doing lately had lost their fulfilment, a golden ray of sunset shone through my bedroom window. I jumped to my feet and ran out to the river.
Some might say that the sky was red like the fires of hell. But if hell looks like that, I don't intend to avoid it at all costs. People were standing there, looking at the bright reflection on the water in awe.
As I walked further, I saw crowds of people gathering around a group of blossoming Japanese cherries. It was still slightly too cold for shorts and a jumper, but this made the knot of anxiety in my stomach disappear more quickly. The last drops of rain of the day started falling on our heads, but nobody was bothered enough to open an umbrella, look up or even extend their hand to see if it was getting worse. A dad spontaneously bent over to kiss his daughter on the forehead and a few teenage girls took photos in front of the pink trees. Couples held hands and one girl rested her head on her partner's shoulder.
That's how my anxiety turned into sadness: the end of the world, which seems to be approaching inevitably and eerily, suddenly seemed way more devastating than before. We have a lot to lose.
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