As I stepped out of the clinic, the night breeze greeted me as if its welcoming me into a new season. “I don’t understand, I accepted the place where I’m in, this works somehow” I thought to myself. I looked up and wander at the typical Arabian night sky (the quarter moon and a single star shine).
Flashback:One night as cold as this, I had everything I wished for, and another night a few years back, I feel I’ve lost it all. I guess I can never really tell my fate. Some seemingly sedentary after-shifts like this, unexpected blessings come in ways I can’t even think (yes they come, I’ll write about it next time). So I guess I’ll just welcome the new season. March, bring it on.