Visualizing the dichotomy of nostalgia within a modern era.
December 31, 2017
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The Island Escape
After shades of pink and orange ruled the sunset sky, nighttime quietly swathed the island with a blanket of stars and the roaring sound of the ocean breaking the shore. The ambient melody pulled me to the beach one late evening and I laid myself down on the cool sand to view the stars. The palm trees grew into towering behemoths gently swaying in the twilight breeze. Thoughts are drowned under the rhythmic ocean break. Traces of civilization vanished from my scope and it was just me, the land, sea, and sky. |