The stars are brighter than usual tonight.
This reminds me of my trip to Mati in 2017.
It was on the summer after I finished college.
I remember lying on the beach, feeling the sand and stones with my back.
It was uncomfortable, but the breathtaking sight made it not matter.
Above me was the powdered midnight sky.
The soft breeze brought the smell of salt. Barbecue. Uncertainty.
Not long after, the murmurs and the crashing waves lulled me to sleep.
It’s hard to believe that was three years ago.
Under that shimmering dome, I was just a fresh graduate, anxious to become an employee.
The excitement made that memory unforgettable.
Tonight, I look up at the sky again.
Under the same dome, I’m a different person, feeling a another kind of anxiousness.
It’s out of fear, not hope.
One day, if the turn of events permits, I will look back at this exact moment:
A breathtaking night sky, with a generous spread of stars and their delicate twinkling. The hymns of cicadas competing with the hum of my air conditioner.
The dread I feel now will make this memory unforgettable.