It was dawn.
The golden rays of the Sun streaked amongst the orange sky. The edges of the gray clouds gleamed bright yellow as it contrasted with the darkness of the cloud’s shadows. The Sun sadly moved up slowly moment by moment. Underneath the Sun along the horizon glowed the bright green leaves of the various vegetation that flourished collectively over the hills of Samar. And right below it, the silver blue waters of the Maqueda bay sparkled like diamonds by the golden reflection of the rising sunlight. The cold early morning wind blasted against my face with tiny sprinkles of sea water and mist. My hair flowed deliriously along with the wind as the motorized boat I rode dashed across the waves of the bay. The early morning scent was salty and the air was thin for me to breathe. The noisy petrol engine of the boat roared loudly that it almost drowned the faint splashes of waves against the boat’s hull. The thought of being above a body of water so deep that one might risk drowning in while looking at the stable and safe hospitable view of the horizon brings mixed feelings. A feeling of uncertainty and thrill but overwhelmed by the attraction of that moment.
It was dark.
I felt a piercing pain in my head and slothful heaviness on my limbs. My eyelids were heavy too. My eyes were sensitive to any hint of light.
It was 7 pm. I just woke up. Another night of work.
So much for a flashback in a dream.
Wish I could go back to that moment.
{ Currently listening to: } silence
{ I am reading: } between the lines
{ Currently watching: } the backside of my head
{ I Feel: } sleepy
Written by domz at 07:34 PM.