6:21 pm, 14 May 2050
It is Sunday, the evening sun is gloriously warm and gentle, a light breeze caressed the palm trees in the front yard, making it sway gently, it wrapped around me like a lover’s embrace. The sunset is beautiful, the sky is bright orange with sparse grey clouds drifting lazily, and the world is awash in sepia. It would make a pretty picture, this sight.
I am sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch of my house, my habit these evenings to get away from excessive screen time, as advised by my doctor but also it was an opportunity to appreciate the serenity. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath...
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