The afterglow

I watched as the sun set, shadows creeping as the sun prepared to sleep in this part of the world. I watched the skies burn with colors, from azure to a bright orange to a tinge of purple and pink. Everyone was busy. Busy working, busy walking, busy thinking, busy dreaming, busy living their life like they own it. As I behold the beauty of the passing of the light and the coming of the night, people around me hustled and bustled away, tugging with them their luggage of worry, fear, anxiety, disappointment and hopelessness. I hope that they would stop for awhile. To sit with me, to watch with me. As the skies burn aflame and gradually die to midnight blue, as the stars come out to play, as the moon says its hello, as the sun promises for a new day tomorrow, I hope that someone would also realize the mysterious beauty of life. I hope that people would appreciate the simple, beautiful things around them. And that they would appreciate the bad, unfortunate things, too, for out of it surely something comes out nice. They were too consumed by the world today. The customs, the culture, the trends. Everyone was too consumed that they didn’t see the afterglow of the light on their faces, on their shoulders, in their soul. I hope they see the things that I see. What they see was unsightly, but what I see is beauty


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