I feel like I want to cry. Everything about this place feels surreal. To see face-to-face this virgin island, its fine white sand, ivory rocks in different forms and sizes, the foamy wave that flashes on my sandy feet, the enduring salt water that stings my eyes, the sun that slowly burns my skin, the worth-it-to-endure bluish sultry atmosphere, where there’s no shadow to hide on, and to see the joy of these people in front of me; where laughter seems to form a harmony in my ears. A new core memory.
His works are exquisitely beautiful; I guess we owe Him for delicately crafting them. Oh, to experience the world He has created.
Praise You, my Artist.
You never cease to amaze me. :))
Writings of Red 