Sunset was as breathtaking. Seven-thirty at night, I stepped back out of the house without my running shoes, and with my camera and jacket. Walked my way out from the town center where grass were still green and red at winter, not that it matters now. But the point is, it is a simple and humble extravagance of nature from the sand landscape, to the chaotic green-yellow-red grass, to the few lone trees, to the melodic birds, to the polite river, to the bouncy yet bashful bunny, to the white mountains that mirrors the brown dull ones that forms a perfect silhouette as the friendly sun shies away at night after it explodes its rich beauty to the lovely blue sky and the capricious clouds. It is a perfect spot to find peace and happiness.
(Boy! You can tell I'm feeling good today.)
As cheerful as it seems, this day was as flighty as the clouds. It seemed like a 24-hour gentle attack of all kinds of emotions. But tonight, I chose to remember the one that lightens up this darkness. It is a blur, yes. But what it makes me feel is very distinct.

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