About at the day's end.

Today was a nasty one, if I say so myself. A lot of things that otherwise would have gone right in normal conditions went wrong, and lot of things ended up being more confusing than they originally ought to be. I guess this is what people call an unlucky day.

The question of fluctuation of certain quality of life called fortune just sounds too real to ignore in days like this. It almost feels as if my own experience had proved that there indeed is something called unlucky-day, one unlikely events happening after another until the weight of the day is too heavy to bear with a calm demeanor. The most terrible thing about such days is that the events of such a day leave a bad after taste, something I have to keep in mind and continue doing for a long time after to come. The unlucky day is also a day that unexpected and inescapable responsibility are given birth to follow me.

Other than the human events, the day had been lovely. The sky was spotless without being destitute, the weather was the fine balance between pleasant warmth and pleasant coolness, and it generally felt as if the sky would ring clear should I have touched it. In day s like this I remember how I wanted to fly, long time ago, among the stars and the spaces, brushing my fingers against the highest stratosphere at the edge of the space and the Earth.