The sky was white as ash, and standing there, below the canvas of angels, I thought it was going to snow. Little me didn’t understand the significance, or insignificance, of our place on the Earth, and I really believed that it was going to snow. But by then, most had moved away, and we were one of the last remaining echoes of the previous decade. The air says that something has left this plane, and no matter what you do, it is never going to come back. I don’t know where I’ll be in the next 10 years, what wonderful things our generation will have accomplished by then.

Source: Dhaka Tribune December 12, 2020 19:07 UTC