That Fleeting Summer

Days like these don't last forever. The humid air, the scorching heat—all these will soon be gone, and summer will once again be a time to long for in heavy rains. So enjoy the sun while you still can. Summer is fleeting, and if you don't act fast enough you might just miss it. 

Note: This post is the lovechild of a very talented friend and I—my very first collaborative work on this blog. All photos were taken by Venee Marie Fuentes, singer/actress/pianist/fashion guru/aspiring blogger. :D

One of the World's Finest

Dubbed by CNN as one of the world's best beaches, Boracay's Puka Beach is the second-longest beach of the island and surprisingly the least crowded. Its coarse white sand is filled with puka shells, hence the name, and the water is a clear aquamarine.

I admit, when I got to the place, I wasn't all that impressed. After all, what does it have that the other beaches I've been to don't? But little by little, its beauty started to become apparent to my eyes. Being almost deserted, it began to feel...intimate. The stripped-down serenity of the place made it easier to tune out other people and just take in the beauty of the sun, the sand, and the sea. I felt so much closer to nature.

Watching the sun set was probably my favorite part. It was just breathtakingly beautiful with all its colors and melancholic hues. Naturally, my phone camera could not do justice to the masterpiece we have witnessed, but try as I may, not even my words could describe the beauty that was. All I could think of was how it reminded me of a familiar feeling. A feeling of a hopeful goodbye.

Hot Summer Nights

The night was at its peak, and the air was weighed down with humidity. The fan was going mad as it blew warm air to the already hot room. My breath, though constant, was irregular. It was out of rhythm, and I found myself paying more attention to the rising and falling of the chest. I wiped a sheen of sweat off my face, and as an involuntary response, I let out a low groan. My skin was moist and I could feel the sheets cling to me like the ghost of my regrets. I was wrapped in warmth, but what I wanted was to be released. I wanted to give my body what it wants. What it needs. I needed the darkness to be enough for me, but sleep won’t come until the heat dies out. If only it would.