I come from a land far from here to the east with a most unusual sky.
At night it’s so dark you can barely see any stars and each step makes you stumble and pause. And by day there is lead-coloured blanket of clouds stretching all the way to the horizon.
There must be a gap in these clouds somewhere, though, because the sun always shines. And at times a thunder may pass by in the distance – like a prowling threat, like a guarded promise.
So the people of this land wear straw hats and have tanned skin,
but their pupils are wide and their eyes are perpetually moving.
Sometimes I miss home, when my mind wanders back.
But it is good to have left.