Making amends.
The dawn has broken, the day has just begun. Sun has just risen on the horizon, The First Day has just arrived.
The First Day, not very welcomed, but it felt all the more necessary to make its appearance. The First Day makes people wonder, and shiver with fear. Its entrance serves to make a impact upon the pending audience, those that wonder.
It won’t be long till The Second Day. But that can wait.
The First Day; he arrives. Yes, he. The mere mention of its name implies its masculine presence. He strides in with confidence, beating everyone to the gate.
I stand forth in outright trembling; for I am worried. I am scared of him. I look very afraid, but deep down inside, it is much more. To know the Yesterday has just passed, to know that “Two Oh Oh Seven” has lagged behind.
He is now before me, towering over my frail and decrepit frame.
What shall he say? He thinks for a while.
“Are you ready?”
I tremble, but reply with as much assurance as my courage could muster.
“Yes.”
“Put down your hands, I want to see them clean.”
“Alright.”
I dropped my baggage, and suddenly the chains that I felt hanging over me for the past years disappeared.
He listens closely to the sound of the clanging. Then he speaks again.
“I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Okay.”
And I wait for the longest time ever.
