Lately I've been losing things. Among those things lost are battery and time. I'd wake up at early hours ( before the sun rises ); I'd wake up and the days of the week were indistinct; I'm reminded of the days by tricycles advertising their day off.
I'd take my morning stroll. Roosters crowing at the top of their lungs ( so strained ). The clouds would be different; the waves would be angry or mellow ( rolling ). The sun's rays either sharp or diffussed and soft. It looked like it was going to rain. Does is matter if life is whether weather or not? ( kung ang buhay ay whether weather lang according to Kuya Kim ).
Sitting on a rock or the pavement, breeze blowing, back warmed by sunrise; my silhouette pulled out from the shadow of the boulder. The ocean--breathing in and out--rose and fell like one's chest. Crabs spit out by the ocean; torpedo birds zigzagged in the sky; dragonflies hovering before darting.
Back home, I sipped hot ginger milk tea. A shower, a meal, a trip to the internet cafe. A moped ride: road traffic stretched beyond the two lanes, where give and take dictated the right of way. Siesta and tv during the hottest part of the day, listening to people tell their life stories. MERIENDA. Another meal.
Cool wind has arrived. Off to the Boulevard. Sun sets behind the veil of clouds. Wink. Golden ring swallowed by the sea. Oyster session cancelled because of yesterday's storm ( making oysters muddy ). Dinner. Slap! Flattened mosquitoes on skin; blood stains on mint green walls. "Cluck, cluck, cluck," our friend, Lizard clicking and eating mosquitoes and other pests.
Is it time lost or time spent? Appetite regained; spirit rekindled; perspective revised.
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| Left: Morning at the Port; siesta in DAKAK; downtown Dipolog City; sunset at the Boulevard. |
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