It Was Evening, But Not Really

Today we learned the poem 'The Lotos-Eaters' by Alfred, Lord Tennyson... in the last hour.

And after the class was done, we stepped out and walked towards the bus stop…

And the sky today was so pretty.

So pretty.

So pretty. 

And bright… The clouds were literally floating…

Like, I can’t even explain it properly.


It was dark, and it was blue too. Like, a deep blue. Not normal blue. The kind of blue that makes you just keep looking at it.

And lines from the poem were just in my head—

“Hateful is the dark-blue sky.”

Like, I don’t hate the dark blue sky. Not at all.

But when I saw it, I just remembered it immediately. Because we were just learning it.


And then when I looked again, the sky was so confusing.


On one side, it was dark. Like it was about to rain any second.

And I could actually feel it. Like the rain was just there, waiting.


And on the other side, it was very bright. You could see the sun.

But it wasn’t the usual bright. It was bright, but soft.

So I asked my friend, “Is that the moon?”

And he was like, “Oh God, Sun, you idiot.” 😭

Like, only the sun can be this bright. The moon doesn’t even have its own light.

But still… I don’t know. That moment felt like it could be the moon.


And then again, more lines came into my head,

“sun steep’d at noon, and in the moon nightly dew-fed.”

Because that’s exactly what it felt like.


It was evening. It was after five, like 5:15 or 5:20.

But it didn’t feel like evening.


It felt like afternoon.

And also like it was moving towards night.


Everything at the same time.


And then this line,

“In the afternoon they came unto a land in which it seemed always afternoon.”

Like time just stopped there. Like it didn’t want to move.


And also,

“full-faced above the valley stood the moon.”

It wasn’t the moon. I know that.

But still, I remembered it.


I don’t know why, but I feel like I’ll never forget this day.


Not because something big happened.

But because I could actually relate to what I learned.


Like, I studied it in class…

and then I saw it in the sky.


And the sky was still so pretty.

So pretty.

So, so pretty.



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