Driving around in sunshine is synonymous to my daily walks in the windy countryside. Albeit it being such an unhealthy (earth talk) activity, the travels were refuge from all things crazy. It is sunshine. I’ve recently traversed roads in Cavite that probably some haven’t seen yet. At one point during the experiences incurred, I get to settle with the reality that there are places that remind you of joyful stories of yesterday. These places make you process changes in a different light. On hindsight, the roads were places where you probably had a fruitful dialogue, a hateful debacle, or a lovely moment of bliss. Each road is a story that emerges as units in your memory. As others define their sunshine as units of beings that touched their lives, my sunshine definition is catalogued through the flora and fauna I take in as units of photos and stories. Some sunshine I have recently encountered are almost anonymous, with my mind being devoid of the syntax that I should be remembering soon, but def still as stunning as the ideas I religiously keep in my head. Because the kaleidoscopic colors of the rays of light in the sunshine are spotted in its intangibility, and it makes me ecstatic that I lived through and with it... just like any living creature does. We are sunshine. This week is sunshine. March will always be my sunshine. And just like all things that shine, it sets and glistens in the yellows of a new day, tomorrow.
Heart is full. |
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