woke up this morning, feeling light and easy. looked out my bedside window and saw droplets making their marks on the green roof. its a checkered roof in the making. went my way doing the morning rituals, and as i put on my rubber shoes, i asked omar whether there was rain last saturday.
there was no rain. for the first time in memory, no rain from above greeted me.
i would have felt like as if a tradition has been broken. i would have felt a little bit betrayed by the weather as it did not make its usual visit. i would have felt weird and uneasy. i would have wondered why.
like i said, i would have.
interestingly, i felt not a bit betrayed or weird or uneasy or anything to that sort. i was surprised, astonished perhaps, but none of that drama.
it must have been the new things that my third decade is offering me. i know, just by sniffing the air that something is in store out of the moves that i have made. something unnamed in emerging from the old, there is new life blossoming. and that could have been the greatest present i received this year.
apart from the 6bottles of carlberg chill, a book of kite runners, two bunches of black garterized things to keep my hair in place, and the family coming to davao. the realization that there is a new adventure that i am embarking on makes the hair on my nape stand on end.
maybe its time to break the sad drama and put that frown upside down.