Thursday, October 17, 2013

For Whatever We Lose

An entry I jotted down in my journal a few months back while on a surf weekend in Crystal Beach, Zambales. The event described, however, took place in La Union back in May of this year.

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17 July 2013

The waves crashed onto the shore. The sun started to set, leaving in its wake a stunning sky of blues, purples, pinks and oranges; the dusk glorifying the sun's exit.

There were plenty of people on the beach that day - lovers standing by the shore clasping hands, fathers chasing their children, a group of college students playing beach volleyball, beginners in the water stoked to be standing up on their first try - all of them basking in the beauty of this particular sunset because, well, it was beautiful - breathtaking even. Its beauty was as though these last few rays of the sun were the most blessed.

We were seated by the surf resort's patio, beer in hand, and on that beautiful day on the beach with that breathtaking sunset, you decided it was over for us.

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