Star Meadow Festival.
Music sounded on the meadow as twilight started to break through the sky.
It would always happen so fast. Everytime the sun would say goodbye, you won't have enough time to admire it long enough and it would leave just like that. Then, the world would welcome darkness.
As the last streak of sunlight left, different colored lanterns that were hanged on the pathways lit up. It made the atmosphere warm and fuzzy.
I smiled as I closed my eyes to savor the moment.
The wood and grassy smell. The smoke coming from food stalls. The giggles of children. The laughs of the old. The clinking of glasses.
I breathed it all in and opened my eyes. The corners of my lips curled in satisfaction.
This was clearly not the first time I celebrated this festival. But you know, that
