I was walking along the high way of my beloved hometown yesterday when I noticed the grayish-orange clouds scattered along the blue sky.
It was beautiful.
I never expected I’d see something like this here. Nature’s beauty, I mean.
Apart from the beautiful Wawa Dam and the mountain ranges that climbers have been discovering lately, I never saw anything spectacular here.
I have always seen this place as a little gray town. Once the sun has set, the green mountains and the colorful houses and just everything turns into different shades of gray.
But there I was yesterday, admiring the beauty of my old little hometown. Yes, it is really gray but it is not a lonely place as the color portrays. It is actually bustling with life.
Actually, I’ve never seen the golden hour of this place till yesterday. Maybe because when I was young, I would always go home from school or from the market after the sun has set. Or maybe, during those times, I was never interested about nature and its beauty as I was so busy minding my own little business.
I was so boxed in my own little world of
so called hardships and miseries that I forgot to look up to the sky and see that the world is quite bigger than I thought.
And I am so glad that yesterday, I happened to look up and see the sky, its beauty, and everything else that this world has to offer.