Ah, the sweet smell of summer.
The sound of crashing waves under the glaring sun.
Kids running around the sand, teenagers fooling around with their sneaked-out alcohol, and boring adults being boring adults on the beach.
The seemingly neverending orange sky horizon sparks a weird glisten of nostalgia and regrets of not making the most of the last ember of summer.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Last of Ember of Summer
Roman pour AdolescentsTo the last days of youth and freedom
