How we winter in the Philippines: we shiver in the cold breeze, so we sit under and bathe in the scorching sun.
Top of the world. Greenest of greens, bluest of blues.
Sunsets at home. 💖
First beach day of 2019, and I'm giggling like a gradeschooler at the thought of all these other beaches that are just a hip-sway away, waiting.
We bid the day adieu, as we get possessed by the view.
If I stayed here, on this spot, for a month, I'd probably fall in love, and speak only poetry.
It's almost Christmas, but look at that tropical sun trying hard to give well-covered me some tan!
A Sunday away from the big cities. ❤️
Where are the carefree days of the dream that was youth?
In our part of the world, it's almost always summer. It's great, but I wish our government would do something- everything, in fact- to give this country winter, y'know. It should be as simple as coming up with a law to enlist winter in our climate. Make it snow, government people! LOL! 😂
The sun sets again today. The sun always goes down, and comes up again the next day. It doesn't know when to quit, maybe because it doesn't speak any language that can tell it, "No." So, I sit and watch, and wait to be carried, like everyone else, into some dark, and not-yet-written future.
"In case anything happens while I'm gone---" . "Nothing will happen," you cut me off mid-sentence. "You'll be back in a few weeks; don't worry," you mumble on, as you also keep swiping and tapping your smartphone. . "Okay. I'm going." . We walk away from each other. You can't remember where I'm going, but you think it's far. . *****
The Earth speaks to all of us. Listen. What do you hear?
One week of heavy, incessant rain later...
I took this photo early in the morning, when this rock fountain was still just rock and no fountain. This is the sort of art installation I want in our backyard. If we had it, I'd probably go out less, and my friends would probably ask me this question more often: "Which rock have you been hiding under?" Tee-hee.
Summer's almost over (thank God!). The rains are coming (my God!). Complaints aside, dry or wet, my country is so pretty I have tons of memories I won't mind Flasback Friday-ing to in a million years.
Lazy Sundays are my vibe.
Some summers, the world-famous Chocolate Hills (over 1,700 of them, spread over an area of 50 square kilometers) in Bohol don't all look so chocolate-y. But, green or brown, they're always a sweet, sweet sight to behold.