Synopsis
How long it had been, I couldn't really say. From that miserable place, I did what I always did — looked up at the sky. A sky where the sun hung wide and bright, almost carelessly so. Its light fell soft over everything. What a thing it would have been, if only that kind of sky could last. But for tomorrow, and every day after that, all I could do was keep praying for stillness. To hold on for the ones who wept, I stayed in that prayer, desperate as it was. And then came a day — cold, hollow,…
