Sitting by the beach, the sun is doing his routine. But he's a little lazy these days as the wind grew stronger and the air became cooler. At the right corner of my eye, I feel a sharp, bright and fiery light glaring at me as I see white spots forming on this screen. While I'm finishing this sentence, the glare turned weaker and suddenly, it felt slightly warmer. (The colour, not the weather)
It's getting lower and lower, further and further behind a longggggg stretch of clouds. He moves really fast.
Now the butt is peeping from underneath the clouds. Almost touching the surface of the sea. Not yet.
Meanwhile, the sky feels really soft and calm. It somewhat resembles the sea, except that it is not moving. It's flat. Feels like the lasagne I had for lunch just a while ago.
Now the seagulls are flying all over. So amazing it feels like I'm living a pictorial book I read when I was young.
Back to the sun... He's really eager to knock off. I can barely see it now. The white spots I see are disappearing and it feels slightly comfortable to look around. Now that part of the sky is left with a splat of orange... Or maybe slightly towards red. But there are still some lights in the sky. Still a mixture of white and blue.
My freezing hands and stiff thumbs.. There's a skinny white dog by the beach. Is he looking for seashells? Or maybe the dog is a female. Looks kinda feminine. Now it is running back to its owners. Ahead of them and continued the search.
Now that the sun is out of sight, what's left is the anticipation for a new beginning. A dark beginning or a artificially lit city bustling with activities. There's a beach bar behind where I'm sitting. I bet it's gonna be a sandy affair for a lot of them too. When light is absent, the image on the retina comes directly from the brain.
You paint your picture and you choose your light source.
For me, I follow the sun. After the sky turns dark here, I will start making my way back to my lights in the city. As much as I envy people with simple life living by the beach, up the mountains or in the woods, I belong to the bustling city where devils co-exist. That's my perfect if the law of balance deems fit.
Artificial lights make the world so unreal. People are either at their happiest or at their lowest.
The left side of my view is turning really dark. It's a little like the blue black kinda blue as it gradually grew softer towards the right where the sun was. The soft gradient creates an illusion of depth. My left feels cramped up and restricted by the dark sky. There's a stretch of road and I can hear the engines. The city lights are starting to light up. Omg, a dog just went passed me by the back. It was so near in contrast to what I am observing. Geez, the sky is limitless and never in reach. At one moment, the sun is spilling all over the surface of my skin and the next it's all left with chills. My fingers stiffen up even more as my typing speed decreases.
The right side opens up a wider perspective of freedom, or is it something relevant to the peaceful nature? I am not sure. It feels really serene, tranquil, yet at the same time, empty.
I wished I could go on and on till the sky turns totally dark. But my fingers are calling for help. The merciless wind isn't as lazy as the sun.
When the sky becomes dark, is it the end of hope/life and the beginning of fear? The monster is still in the process of closing its "mouth" on my right. The left is obviously starting the night without the right. I can't wait for the right side anymore or else my fingers might go numb.
Now the picture is almost the same shade of dark blue in front of me. But I'm hit by the lamp post above my head. I feel a little important as I exist in the others' world thanks to the lamp post.
Back to my city on the left. Till the next sun rise.
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