21/6/2021
The heat is clinging onto every pore, skin sticky with perspiration, eyes blinded by the light of the slowly setting sun as it is painting the scene with rosy and tangerine hues.
The sea transfigures into an endless reflector of colours, a mirror capturing an unprecedented moment that can only be recollected by our memories -what a privilege to behold such unearthly beauty interacting with our world.
Daylight reaching its peak as it screams that it's all downhill from here, and yet we're so enamoured by this hypnotizing radiance, too drunk on summer wine to fret ourselves with the imminent darkness -- oh, what a euphoric stupor!
For we have suffered long enough in the clasp of worry and uncertainty, they run through our veins like a virus, they are the seams that hold our minds together through fear, and so the moment has arrived where we break the chains and cleanse our blood from this detainer of exuberance once and wishfully for all.
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