As the sun retires behind the blanket of the sea, the fire of men wakes and the sands begin to dance with the stroke of excited soles begging for a night unforgettable.
I, on the other hand, shy of the moon, withdraw and pass off time in anticipation of the break of light. Tranquility is also present in Boracay, few are untired to witness it.
© Jay Cadayona 2017
