The sky is painted with orange hues, ‎wide horizon of crystal see, so deep and blue. ‎Birds fly underneath the clouds, ‎hurling wind–a humming sound. ‎ ‎Kids laughing while running, ‎elders talking and giggling. ‎ ‎I sit in my father's lap at shore, ‎I listen to his friends folklore. ‎My mom would call us after ‎to go inside our home and eat dinner. ‎ ‎I found my home, it's calm, it's warm just like the dawn. ‎ ‎It's a glimpse of the past, ‎The memory I'm reminiscing, ‎The moment I long. ‎ ‎The scene I never want to get blurred. ‎The image I never want to disappear. ‎ ‎But as I reminisce about it, the rain starts to fall. ‎