The rain drops didn't fall when I woke up early this morning;
neither had they fallen yesterday, nor the day before.
It was ten to 8:00 and I wasn't rushing anyone for the shower.
The same old bowl of cereals, the same amount of milk,
and a bit of strawberry jam, but not the same taste.
I am hiding behind walls and trees. Suddenly,
I am no longer happy to be under the sun.
No penguin-walking or careful steps to go to class.
No “good morning” smiles, no warm hugs,
no afternoon tea and no big chocolate bars.
No sticky notes on my table saying, “I was here” or “See you at dinner”.
No other cheese sandwich for evening snack.
And no birthday parties past midnight.
The chill air of September evenings is long gone.
The starry sky and aurora borealis are also long gone.
There is only the moon at nights, so bright but yet so lonely;
my only companion, the only friend through the darkness.
There might be some rain this Sunday, or that is what forecast predicts;
maybe that, with the last “Kvikk Lunsj” chocolate bar I have;
maybe that, with a cup of peach flavored tea;
Maybe then and only then, I will feel home again.