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I reached my destination just as the sun began its descent. Sighing contentedly, I sat down at the top of the cliff to observe the setting sun. On the left, the town lit up as the sunlight reflected on the shiny galvanized rooftops of the shops. The glass windows and doors shone with a brilliance that could not be seen from close but from a distance, it was breathtaking. The pink aura encasing the town seemed surreal as my eyes followed the people heading for their homes. A cool breeze came from the right, causing me to turn my attention to the sea.

The sea was magical as the golden sun slowly disappeared into the horizon. The now calm water sparkled brightly as the warm light was gradually taken away, making the illuminated parts stand out. The air smelt of salt even from the height and the temperature dropped quickly. The sunset was a beautiful moment, the clouds lighting up as though on fire. The trees swayed in the refreshing breeze even as birds flew to their nests, cawing softly to bid their friends goodnight. The red light of the evening sky was visible until the sun was completely gone from the picture. It was an enthralling moment that I was compelled to commit to memory, so I did.

The atmosphere darkened considerably and for a while, it seemed as though it would stay that way. Before long however, the stars peeped out and soon, the place was once more trance-like. The tiny pinpricks of silvery light surrounded the glorious moon that was reflected on the surface of the water. The moon seemed to sink as the tide rose up to meet its original copy. Now bewitched, I stared at the dancing fireflies which added their light to the brilliance around them. A lone cricket chirped and soon enough, the night sounds started up in a chorus, bringing me out of my reverie.

I turned to the town which was deserted even as the moon’s white beams soaked through the reflective surfaces. The shadows of the night were sharp and contrasted deeply with the full moons glow. The town was eerily artistic, reminding me greatly of a horror movie. I shook my head to get rid of the nausea that threatened to overtake my senses at the ghastly reminder. Turning my head back to the sea, I was calmed almost instantly to see that life was still going on peacefully with the fireflies. Nature was such a calming phenomenon that I wondered why humans never appreciated it.

Yawning, I got up to prepare my tent. My last thought of the evening was that life was truly a blessing.

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