CELINE's P O V

On the celestial canvas, which was being illuminated by a crescent moon, the deep orange glow of the golden hour was blending with shades of purple, rose quartz, and serenity as the sun was beginning to set.

The only thing that could be heard breaking the silence of the evening was the chirping of the birds, the buzzing of the cicadas and crickets, and the rustling of the leaves on the gigantic trees.

The night was surprisingly hot, and I didn’t realize ...