There’s something about the last day of the year that makes me nostalgic. It’s the last leg of yet another year of the journey.
Since 1999 I have an annual ritual of going to the beach here in Antique and watching the last sunset of the year.
Over a bottle of Super Dry and a plate of French fries or kinilaw, I would gaze in awe at the sun making its final touchdown for the year.
A celebration of a journey’s end.
There’s something so enthralling about the scene that sets me in the mood for recollection, for contemplation, for discernment.
And I go home recharged knowing that tomorrow the sunrise of a new year comes.
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