Afternoons at home
Rare are the afternoons when I have idle time for myself. But yesterday was something else. There arrived an unexpected blessing—a pocket of sweet time when I had nothing to do. As soon I parked the car, I greeted my mother in her room, interrupting her Netflix viewing. I headed out to the living room. The sun was glorious but not scathing. Photographers call the late tropical afternoons the golden hour. I went back to my desk to grab the camera, whose existence I only recall when I travel. I jolted Paul from his nap. "Dali na!" I said. He yawned, stretched, and trailed me. After three years, we've figured out his body language. He was waiting for a treat, a belly rub, or some play time that involves an old tennis ball—or all of the above. "Hulat lang, Paul, ha?" I speak to him like I would to a three-year old. Nanay's small garden is a place of tranquility. You'd hear birds chirping. You'd see nests on top of the tree. They must feel saf...
contrary to your more recent post on the jejemons, i find this entry teeming with the ideals of a jejebuster. hahaha.
ReplyDeletewhat's in your closet? i thought you'd say a boogeyman. now i associate a jejemon to that. hahaha
oh well, i guess your six words can be interpreted in more than six different ways. nice lance. ;)
hey, are you in marbel. if not, do you want to teach science? for free of course. ;)
The good—and perhaps the bad—thing about writing in as few words as possible is that it's open to interpretation.
ReplyDeleteIt's great exercise if you're bored—try it out, too!