something bubbling.
there is just sth bt sunsets that will evoke a certain kind of emotion in me, which no other time of the day can. the skies in those orange hues bring a sense of nostalgia for the day that has passed, yet in lyrical romanticism, promises some flavour and excitement for the night to come.
one of the things i love about being here is how vast the sky seems, how open, how near.
with a stretch of my hand, i can draw them stars.
with a stretch of my imagination, i pluck them one by one into my palms, where they sit pretty like glittery pearls.
and then i whisper to them a secret wish before throwing them back to the velvety black,
giving light again to the lonely,
to the dreamers,
to the lovers.
on a separate note, thunders are rolling here, and i just saw this huge lightning flash.
it's gonna be a cold wintery night.
tuck in tight y'all ~