The most beautiful moment in Manukan island, I finally realized, was at day break. When the sun was piercing the morning with its first rays and touching the ocean with its gentle hand, every thing was bathed in heavenly peace.

I strolled along the beach, letting the silky froth of the tide wash over my feet. Those things, like my worries for an uncertain future, like my restless struggle for a balance of life, those things that had haunted me ruthless for quiet a long time seemed to loose their power at this particular moment. I knew it was just an imaginary delusion, once back home, everything would go back to its old routine. But for now, I would like to savor this blessed moment to the best.

The Ferry Terminal, busy and crowded in daytime, was now enveloped in a lovely tranquil atmosphere. The silence was broken only by the rhythmic rush of the waves.

Kissed by morning sunlight, everything was crystal clear. Even the haze between the earth and heaven became thinned.    

Dawn and twilight, son and daughter of the Mother Nature, had imprinted unforgettable memories on my mind. If the most beautiful moment belonged to the dawn, the most romantic time was definitely in the twilight.

For the first time, I realized that the sky could be like this. What’s passed across the sky? The silk dress of a fairy?

Holding your hand, I would like to walk you to the end of the world.

When the moonbeams kissed the sea, I found a heaven in a grain of sand.