I tumbled out of my bed that morning a little earlier than I intended to, with mama nudging me awake and murmuring that I shouldn't miss the sunrise. I slept through the previous day's sun up, which she raved about for being a golden view I'd surely die to see. Can't make the same mistake, she said. One sleepy stride after another, we arrived at the shore. It would've been a perfect spot for sunrise-viewing, but alas, the east horizon didn't shine golden—banks of dark clouds wrapped the sun as it rose. I should've felt like I've been robbed of those couple hours of more sleep for nothing, but it totally wasn't...nada. Not really. Because we went back to marvel at its sunset view. The scattered clouds above was a playful explosion of wispy cotton strips that had a yellow, red and orange tinge in them. They were absolutely beautiful. We don't always get what we expect to, even if someone assures us we'll get it, yes? But if the thing you want escapes your grasp, always believe there's something else in store for you that you will also be thankful for. Something different, and in a way, better. #musings #iliveforthismoments (at Tacloban City)
