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it's the little things
It's pre-rush hour morning. one of the rare days when i am able to wake up and leave the house early enough to beat Manila traffic. today i shall not waste an hour and a half cursing buses and taxis.
I love dry days. summer is good. crisp cool dec to february is better. any day really, as long as it doesn't rain.
i move into the blinding rising sun. the car visor is not doing much to filter its rays. my months-old disposable contacts begin to irritate my eyes a bit. i rely on a quick prayer and good old cross-my-fingers and hope i don't run into anything. i get by.
out the little side street into empty-enough EDSA. how is it that despite the decreased volume of vehicles in the highway one still can't accelerate like knievel? it's because of the idiotic owner-type jeepneys taking a stroll in the middle of the street. taking up two lanes. your lane.
ah, this is too good a day to get irritated.
early mornings. jamless traffic. clear blue sky. are enough to make me smile. a muted smile.
early mornings. travel time is reduced to 30 minutes - a good half an hour when i forget my misery. i wish i could make the ride last longer. hah, the irony.
rarely, too, do i get home as the sun begins to set. exit EDSA and move into the side streets. i drive into the waning sun. and after twenty five years, i realized why my place was called West side.
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