Full circle

This day last year I was on my way to the airport to return home and what a ride that was.
It was exactly today, the weather was a replica of today's gloom, muddled skies and weighed down clouds and there was utter silence on the roads, something which has changed this year.
It's been a year.
I remember it clearly.
I remember what I wore, how I felt, how little I'd packed in my suitcase, the paranoia of traveling through a pandemic which laughably was hardly anything I'd faced as opposed to when I returned back here 9 months later.
I didn't know what to expect.
I didn't know how to feel.
I didn't know how to react.
It felt numb and there was a blank space in my head because I couldn't understand nor visualise the road ahead.
The travel had been abrupt, unplanned.
Almost like I'd set sail out on the ocean with a broken compass and a faded map.
It was today.

Happy valentines.