May I borrow the phrase of someone I always converse with, and now I am apt to believe that sunsets are fleeting beauties.
I saw a ball of fire while travelling on a deserted outskirts road in Butuan City. I asked the driver to stop so I could take a picture with my cellphone. This beauty won’t let me take her picture, it was so past shrinking, I shouted, wait…. let me capture you first. But here is what was left, a half sun or a half smile.