The sun fades in and out as the clouds make a complete attempt to overthrow its radiance. Meanwhile, hoping that the sun stands strong, I slowly make my way down to the beach, each step bringing me closer to the open water. I wrap my sweater closer to my body as the wind ferociously blows and brings the chill to my skin. Tossed around with broken seashells and small rocks, the sand under my feet remains soft with a touch of warmth from where the sun remains to persist, though weakly.
I then drop my bag, place my flats on top, and roll up my jeans. I can feel the new rush of cold, salty air and the smooth wet sand as I approach the water. I walk further in, closing the gap between myself and the wide ocean, close enough for the waves to rush over the sand and around my ankles. Each time the water spills over my feet, I would feel another wave of cold washing over me but I did not care. I close my eyes and inhale. My lungs expand with air and I am enveloped by nature's most unpretentious tranquility. Suddenly, a new rush of emotions overwhelm me as memories, both faint and vivid, disrupt my moment of quietness. I am then lost in my own thoughts. Past relationships. Broken promises. Lost friendships. New friendships. Distant struggles and new feats.
Reality.
Quickly feeling the lack of warmth caressing my back, I beg for the sun to stay and to stay strong despite the overpowering gray clouds. I open my eyes and slowly look over my right shoulder. But there He was. Strong as ever without a cloud in its path, gazing right at me high and above the rest of the world, far off into the west. Like a reminder. Like love, hope and friendship, I may not always feel its presence when I am lost but if I look in the right direction, it will always be there, waiting for me with open arms.
I then drop my bag, place my flats on top, and roll up my jeans. I can feel the new rush of cold, salty air and the smooth wet sand as I approach the water. I walk further in, closing the gap between myself and the wide ocean, close enough for the waves to rush over the sand and around my ankles. Each time the water spills over my feet, I would feel another wave of cold washing over me but I did not care. I close my eyes and inhale. My lungs expand with air and I am enveloped by nature's most unpretentious tranquility. Suddenly, a new rush of emotions overwhelm me as memories, both faint and vivid, disrupt my moment of quietness. I am then lost in my own thoughts. Past relationships. Broken promises. Lost friendships. New friendships. Distant struggles and new feats.
Reality.
Quickly feeling the lack of warmth caressing my back, I beg for the sun to stay and to stay strong despite the overpowering gray clouds. I open my eyes and slowly look over my right shoulder. But there He was. Strong as ever without a cloud in its path, gazing right at me high and above the rest of the world, far off into the west. Like a reminder. Like love, hope and friendship, I may not always feel its presence when I am lost but if I look in the right direction, it will always be there, waiting for me with open arms.
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