The New York Sky

I am by the East River at Manhattan. I have no idea what it is really; I don't know where it comes from or where it flows to; I don't know if it is of any historic importance. But it sure does calm my mind.

It's almost the end of Winter, but the nature still holds the cold weather and the cold breezes. The river seems so deep at this point that I don't see what it holds underneath. I don't know if it is enjoying the light blue sky which looks so beautiful in this warm sunny day. All I see at this point is the smooth waves flowing in the direction of wind. Sometimes I hear the silent weep, and sometimes I hear the loud laughter, of the deep East river.

I started sinking in my own thoughts, which naturally happens when you are by a beautiful river or sea. Our lives are like this - the river. Sometimes you don't see what is inside, and at some points it is so clear that anyone could see what is deep down. All what it does is flow, flow and flow, until you meet your destination. And may be still flow.

There are light posts by the side of the walkway. They must have been standing here for years, through countless winters and summers, might be resembling certain things on our lives, which remains unchanged throughout the generations, like love, tradition or culture. There will be a certain day when they start falling down, but I am sure there will be new light posts - may be even more beautiful, replacing the old ones. Revolutions may happen; there may be a time when the river is blocked its way at this point, but it sure will find another way of flowing into the sea. I smiled to myself.

The sun still looks bright, but it can not hurt me as I am covered by a number of tall buildings. A guy with a cam just passed by, may be he thinks of me as a professional writer - I could guess it as he took a picture of me at a distance. Deceived! There are cute doggies passing by, who are accompanied by their loved masters coming for a walk here. I think it is time for me to take my leave from here.

The New York sky - bright and nice. I have never seen it this clear. May be we all have to come out one day and breathe in open air, to see how nice this life is!

By D.R. De Silva