I'm at the balcony of our corner suite, enjoying the cool night breeze and the calming sound of waves crashing on the shore nine floors below. I can live like this forever, thinking but not really thinking, mind sailing beyond the sea. On my left, the world is awake, full of color and lights-a-blinking. The rest is pitch black, dotted with flimsy white light from boats, I guess. I would love to see that thin line where the sky meets the sea but at this hour, all I'm getting is a union that is at its ultimate finest.
It's 12:01. A new day. Time to bid adieu to the wonderful day that was.
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