This year the doors closed for many, but for me they were always closed.
 I was shut within a world. An atmosphere. 
The atmosphere was as it was in a congested city but it wasn’t visible. 
No smog, except the incense sticks to cleanse the perceived  evil haunting me.
No smoke, except the burning hatred in me being dissipated into tears that condensed into this atmosphere.
Yet it was still just like an atmosphere in a congested city.

That was because I was shut in and nature was shut out. 

But that day, I left the atmosphere.
I watched a twilight film. Ate some ice cream. And I took a bus.

I listened to music and I watched out the window. 

I saw for the first time.  
How beautiful the outside was.

I took some snapshots of the ethereal scenery and then I stopped. I looked and savoured them. I took some more. And smiled some more. Maybe even for the first time. In a long time. Such a long time that I had not remembered smiling before then. 

The wheels moved, the rain poured, the sun gleamed and my camera clicked.

The journey ended but my one had just began