You remind me of wonderful childhood memories. Of bathing in the rain, running around and jumping on puddles, gloriying in the splashes of water I make. Of paper boats I let drift along the gutter, hoping they reach the sea (hey, a kid can dream). Of being cooped up in warm blankets and basking in the warmth provided by a cup of hot chocolate.
Until we meet again, Tatay...
Former-type A student anxiety: I'm sitting in class, unprepared.
And she's turning 29.
Skyline and Silence
Longing for the sea...
I long for freedom....
Looking forward to see the sun.