(For visually challenged writers, the image shows a twilit beach, the sea shimmering in the low light. There are rocky islets silhouetted against the water and what might be a figure, running towards…or away from the waves.)
a sparkling light reflected upon my dreams as I chase you down the crashing tides the raging waves my heart keeps racing as my troubled thoughts began to settle upon the sight of your reflection, just a reflection of a memory for in my sleep a light glistens a reality awakens that you remain a figment in my dreams a shadow in the dark a memory in the past and never my reality
Oh, my dear summer and rain and goodbye why did you conspire to break my heart altogether at once why do I have to remember you both, as the happiest and the saddest memory like a photograph capturing every smile not knowing the loneliness behind the gloomy feeling after each radiant and charming smile my dearest summer, rain and goodbye please cease to connive and stop breaking my heart altogether, at once
(For a visually challenged reader, the image shows a camera capturing the image of a woman in color, while the rest of the image is in black and white. There are lots of tools on the wall behind the camera)
I bet this is how my afternoon conversation with my father be like, if he is still alive, with the current pandemic. He will remind me of how we would hurry down the beach (in Boracay, we spent so many summers there) just to witness the crowd gathered waiting for the sunset. We had by then the traditional camera, each of us will try our luck for one best sunset shot which we will only get to see the following day because we need to bring it to the shop for printing purposes.