Today has been a normal day, one like any other, the same streets at the same time, the same sky at 6pm, and I the same person, but for some reason the sky to me seemed to be another, I could detail the clouds as if they were an impressionist artwork, the most beautiful I had seen, and the streets also seemed other, with the most vivid colors, my eyes managed to digest them. I embodied the feeling that I would have had on another stage, the one on a coast at sunset, watching the Aurora borealis. For a moment I understood that life is only one and that you have to live as if every day were your last.