The Sky Is Crying

Nara locked the door behind her and leaned back. She had made it through another day.  The apartment was dark and she remembered she had meant to stop by the store on the way home. There were a few eggs in a carton in the back of the frig; thankfully she hadn't gotten around to making banana bread yesterday. There was still a few slices of sandwich bread left too. Guess she was scrounging for dinner. She really didn't feel like making much of anything anyway.

Flipping on the kitchen light, she grabbed a pan from underneath the counter and shuffled over to the frig. Better get started before she lost the nerve. It was getting late. Dinner, and then she could go to bed.

Things had slowed down at work, the project she had been working on was drawing near to an end. She looked forward to the pause in life, but also dreaded it. It was true, she had been working hard and was exhausted, so yes, she could use a break. But it also meant time for reflection on life. She hated reflecting on what was not, but what she wished was, on what was, but what she wished was different. It would  bring an emptiness that would leave her mourning the sleep that would not come as she lay awake at night.

She turned the knob until it clicked off and took the plate over to the patio door, staring out into the black field as she slide to the floor. There weren't any glimmers of light in the sky tonight. The eyes of sky were hidden.

Nara stared blankly out, finally stirring to check the time. She couldn't bring herself to go to bed yet. Pulling on a light jacket from off a kitchen chair, she let herself out and walked towards the empty field. The eyes of the sky were hidden tonight. They were hidden, but she could feel their sorrow. The eyes of the sky were hidden, and the falling tears became her own.