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.
For most of my life, I had wanted to be a priest. But didn’t become one. I remember when my grade three teacher in España, Sibuyan Island, Romblon, Mrs. Roldan, asked us to write down what we would like to become someday. In the dimly lit […]