My brother and his family are in town for a visit.
Jiggy is already there at their place. They expect me to join them for an early dinner. I can't blame them.
They don't really know what I feel at this very moment.
No one really knows what my heart feels at this very moment.
It's 3:09 p.m. here. A thick fog has come in, hugging the hills. The low clouds are heavy with afternoon rain.
Memories of my mountain climb linger in my mind. I want to go. I don't want to go. I want to return there. I want to go back here. I want to go somewhere else.
Alone here in an empty house, I play this song again and again.
Somehow, it says lots of what I want to say to you, on this foggy, cloudy, gloomy Sunday afternoon.



