A Splash of Colour
The water here looked deeper, darker in color, and the breeze was cooler—sharper.
“We’ll only be staying for an hour here,” the leader announced. “The sun’s setting earlier than expected, so make the most of it.”
It was only a little past 3 p.m., yet the sky had already begun to glow with soft orange hues. The sun dipped low against the horizon like it was in a hurry to disappear.
Thomas, as usual, stood a little farther away from the group, phone pressed to his ear. His tone sounded clipped, his brows furrowed as he spoke in hushed but tense words I couldn’t make out.