I woke up past five. The ice-cold breeze touched the covering of my entire being, and it reminds me of how my inner self suffers from the extreme sub-zero temperature caused by the sadistic blizzards of over thinking and questioning oneself.
Even so, the warmth suddenly and slowly devoured the coldness that crept around my petite body. I was feeling stiff, and now lukewarm. It just felt I was hugged. It was already sunrise. It's because of the warmth of the daylight.
And when the day just ended, the clouds above oozed across the sundown, casting a glossy and sparkling orange panoramic view of wonderful scenery. The rest of the day went hot and scorching, and in a blink of an eye, everything just went back to its frostiness. I knew it was already sunset. A mere prelude to the dawn, as it is. And this time, I felt calm.
You know my friend, there's only one thing I realized—that you can always experience something beautiful in every sunset and sunrise. It may be a hope for new beginning, or beauty in every ending.
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REVERIE
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