Hello everyone

The anticipation had been building all day. Yesterday evening, I had a special appointment with my dear friend. We planned to meet at Karon Beach, a place where we could sit, chat, and relish the soothing caress of the sea breeze while basking in the glory of a breathtaking sunset. We'd aimed to get there by 5 p.m., allowing us ample time for a leisurely stroll along the shore as the day melted into dusk.

However, as fate would have it, my own unforeseen troubles conspired against me. Despite my best intentions, I left home later than planned, and then found myself ensnared in the clutches of the evening rush-hour traffic. The clock ticked mercilessly, each passing minute a reminder of the fading daylight.

When I finally arrived at my friend's house to pick her and her son up, the clock on my dashboard read almost 6:00 p.m. The sky was beginning to take on the fiery hues of twilight. We embarked on our journey, but soon encountered the notorious Chalong Intersection, an area notorious for its unyielding traffic jams, both in the morning and evening.

The minutes crawled by, as if time itself were testing our resolve. It was a race against the fading light, against the inexorable descent of the sun. By the time we pulled into the parking lot at Karon Beach, the sky had donned its evening gown, painted in dusky gold, pink and warm oranges. The horizon, once a fiery canvas, now held only a trace of the sun's departure.

The sea took on a whole new allure once the sun dipped below the horizon. Even though we missed the actual sunset, it didn't diminish the magic. We strolled down to the shore and settled in, taking in the serene surroundings. The evening breeze was invigorating, and there was a palpable sense of contentment in the air.

Other tourists meandered along the beach, each one captivated by the sea's beauty, just like us. Meanwhile, our kids frolicked in the water and built sandy masterpieces, embracing the joy of childhood play.

Before we even set foot on Karon Beach, my friend had the foresight to grab some snacks and drinks. Among the options, I went for the SPY Classic, a pleasantly sweet, low-alcohol choice that went down easily. It's not like me to indulge in alcoholic beverages. I'd given it a try before, but the taste never agreed with me.

I remembered one instance, long ago, when I had a beer with a friend. The next morning, I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. Dizziness and a relentless headache plagued me all day. That experience was enough to put me off alcoholic drinks for good. It just wasn't worth the aftermath.

As the sky darkened, a different kind of beauty emerged. The beach was still bustling with tourists, all basking in the enchanting atmosphere. We sat together, sipping our drinks, and laughter filled the air. In a playful jest, I suggested that we should just lay back on the beach and lose ourselves in the twinkle of the stars. It sounded like a delightful idea.

By around 8:00 p.m., we decided it was time to pack up. We gathered our belongings and made sure to collect all the wrappers and containers from our snacks and drinks. It was important to us not to leave behind any trace of garbage that could harm the sea and its precious marine life. With a sense of responsibility, we made sure to dispose of everything properly.

As we left the beach and headed home, a sense of contentment washed over us. It was another moment etched in our memories, a testament to the simple joys of life and the beauty of shared experiences.

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