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Skies of Fire
by: Rhane Marielle Leidia

I looked at the sky and the slanting rays of the sun

touched my skin as I wear my black and white checkered
flannel. I reached for my sunglass that was hanging on my
sleeveless crop top's neckline and continued walking down
the narrow street of Liliw, Laguna. It's already 5:30 in the
afternoon and the sun is starting to set. Later on, the blue
sky changes its color into an orange with a mix of red, and a
touch of pink hues. Its radiating light reaches even the tiniest
bits of dust in the roads of Liliw. It's time to go home once I
bought the slippers that I will take home with me. I entered
the car and sat at the back seat before plugging both of my
earphones into my ears. I played a relaxing song as I stare at
the sky with a fire of a blazing sun. Then, the fiery sky was
placed by a dark and jet black sky with the moon shining and
stars twinkling. Now is the time to rest after a long day of
enjoying and traveling from Nagcarlan to Calamba. But there
was a thought popping inside my head. The sunset was
labeled as warm, welcoming, and beautiful, however, some
people thought of it as the ending. But for me, sunset is an
indication or a sign of a new beginning. Even though we all
have a different perspective about the sunset, let’s not
forget that every sunset promises beautiful dawn. We may
suffer from cruelty but at least we still stood up and bravely
face the new and fresh start that awaits. So, the sunset is
beautiful, isn’t it?