The sun was almost kissing the horizon, but the daylight lingered around. I could see the tip of the concave gold plate emitting its last crimson rays of light. Slowly it cast an orange haze over the horizon, as if lighting the sky above in a ring of flames.
The colour of the setting sun on the green grass created ripples of magic. The warmth leap out to me and instilled peace in my heart as I watched the brilliant fireball glowing in the distance, just like the light at the end of a gloomy tunnel.
It was the kind of light, which glowed with a promise, a reassurance that it would return the next day with greater hope.
Let that hope remain close to our hearts… today and always!
Happy Independence Day!