The starry night was indeed gorgeous on the island. No noises nor light pollution can trespass our lives, we were living in the tranquilness that can only happen in my imagination. The camera couldn’t catch that beautiful scene, we didn’t have intent to do so anyway—we got our eyes. We slept under the night sky, waiting for the hour hand to cross that point. The point that welcomes a new year, a new beginning. The emotions were storming in my mind, I can’t differentiate the sorrows and joy in 2021, and I had no stamina to do so either.
Though, it’s not that important anymore. I watched the countless stars wandering in the sky, the fireworks bloomed like the prettiest flowers I’ve ever seen. The hour hand has reached its place.
Welcome, 2022.
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