The Saddest Day

The saddest day. 

     It was one of those days when you get tired even if you only would breathe, those days when you go fishing and it starts to rain. He was sitting in the park with his long and brown hair; he was with a lost look as those puppies that lost their mother before she had been devoured. When he had lost all ray of hope, a ray of sunshine came in his life like a thunder in the storm.

     She was like a sunset reflected in the ocean with a little honey in her eyes. They met each other 'cause she appeared as those leaves in autumn, she said "Hi" to him, but that "hi" for him was like when a baby says the first word to his mother. From the first time, he knew that she was one of those paintings which you could have only seen them in famous places.

     She was like a butterfly that emerges from the cocoon, full of beans, alive and a fighter as the ants that collect food all day; on the other hand, he was a boat during a storm in the ocean; however, when he was talking with her, just for a moment he was the peace after the war, she gave him a spark in the immense haze.

     What she didn't know is that his life was like a creek in drought, he was an hourglass, but she was the last petal of the flower in his life. That moment along with her was the last breath before a long night of dreams and nightmares.

     He had gone with the last drop of the rain, but he had a moment of peace with a work of art, that work of art made him felt as flying in the clouds, maybe she could change something but he was already lost, he had lost the fight against the biggest storm in his life.

Rolando Calderón Quirós