Good thing we can look back to sunny days (these pictures were taken yesterday morning). Hope for the rain to stop and the waters to recede.
On days when I feel relatively depressed (don’t think I can really sink), I take after Annie and sing “Tomorrow” in the shower. (Am not kidding.)
As I said, it started raining last night. Though the typhoon didn’t really hit Manila, the pressure sucked in the usual tropical depression.
What’s more significant is my reading through interviews of poets who have just published new books yesterday afternoon.
Them talking about the process, swimming through the waters.
Drowning and resurfacing. Sometimes gasping for air even when, from afar, strokes appear easy. Even elegant.