I do not like the dark.
It is always with sadness that I watch the fading afternoon light, the last rays clinging onto surfaces. In Culion, you have no choice but to face the darkness – after the din of primetime shows and evening news, everything goes quiet.
Thankfully, this is when we discovered that our dreams had voices. While lying on our banig, staring out a window dotted with stars, we talked about our aspirations, about riding our own Lions.
Every night, the shadows grew thick around us, but I found comfort in knowing that we could defy the darkness.
This is part of a small series called The 100-Word Travel Stories. Why 100 words? 🙂