The Orange Sun
It was the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen in my life. The waters of the bay were still, unyielding to the wind and the daunting massive clouds that lay overhead. The water was flat, blue and gray, and almost appeared to be cold. There were several ships floating nearby. But one was very distinct as it hovered on the circular spot where the orange sun chose to shine.
The contrast of blue and orange was almost hard to swallow, like unfathomable age old wisdom that these colors were indeed in harmony. The ship lingered, while the orange sun danced over the waters, peeping through the thick clouds that seemed to have blended with the water.
Over the horizon, the mountains of Bataan loom, dark and yet almost peaceful. It must have been the orange sun, giving life to the scene. It had wanted to defy the hues of blue but instead of a scream, it gave a soft song, it danced over the soft ripples on the water's surface as gracefully as it can. So much that it was heartbreaking to watch the sun drop and fade into the horizon, like life was seeping through paper-thin walls.
I watched as it disappeared, like staying out in your front porch and waiting until the back of the one you love walking away disappears. There were still ships floating nearby but there were not as beautiful as with the orange sun hitting its metal frames, sending glowing sparks of light on the hungry blue and gray water, eating away all of light until there was none...
