Sunset Looking At Me

November 13, 2009

At the back of the FX, I was concentrating on my book. It was hard to memorize when the music was so loud, and outside of my taste. After reading a sentence or two, I close my eyes to recite them in my mind. But it was not working. I repeated the process again and again—to no avail. For the last time, I read the provisions, and instead of closing my eyes, I looked away from the book. There were no passengers or hair supplements ads blocking the window view.

Sunset. In the distance, I saw the sunset. For some reason, I just paused and looked at it. It was a perfect circle, with a golden orange glow. It was setting, but it was glowing. It seemed a contradiction. The sun was so quiet and solemn, and the long road of Roxas Boulevard was so loud and uncaring.

For what seemed a long time, this golden sun never left my sight. It was constantly directly in front of me, as if flaunting its glorious color. I have been passing by this road every day, and I never paused to appreciate Manila’s sunset. Instead, the sun decided to look at me.