The Last Picture

Through the viewfinder, I see her settling on the sofa. Something about her bothered me. She wanted this and she won’t take my no. This could be her last, she said. And she wanted me to take the last one. Her condition is that bad already?

“You know what your strength is? The picture you take, perfect from the first shot,” then she rested her head.

 “There’s no need to whisper Marilyn, it’s only us here,” I didn’t know.

 Her gaze denied the truth. She was looking outside, calm, and she was smiling.

 Snap.

She didn’t turn around as always.

First Sunrise

The first sunrise I ever caught from my new room. I remember my excitement when I saw this view for the first time. It was something that made me feel better about my decision of moving into this room. 

The sunrise is clearer, I can see it from my room.

This is one of the thing that makes me feel excited about waking up in the morning.

I guess it's obvious that sunrise and sunsets are my favourites. The feelings I get from witnessing those views, I can't explain them well.

 It's the warmth, the chill, the stillness of the air around me. 

I don't know who Jo Walton is but I came across his quotes and now it is one of my favourite. 

~There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free. Don't miss so many of them~

~Jo Walton~