Dawn
It’s dawn. From my bed, the sky is a gradient of orange and blue. Orange grows to an intense amber, and blue fades into light. Silhouette of trees turns into the full bloom of day.
Memoirs and songs.
It’s dawn. From my bed, the sky is a gradient of orange and blue. Orange grows to an intense amber, and blue fades into light. Silhouette of trees turns into the full bloom of day.
The sun was rising behind the thin outlines of Mt. Guiting-Guiting. The panorama of the mountain stood tall above the stillness of sea and clouds. In the villages below, roofs made of galvanized sheets and thatches of nipa started to appear. The soft breeze swayed […]