It was one Sunday afternoon; the air was warm,
the birds were chirping though i dont see them, the road outside was lonely, the singing from a nearby chapel echoed through the sleepy neighborhood. the soft, acoustic music filled the room, i was lying on my back reading witching hour.
i was outside with a best friend watching the jeeps passing by, or we go walking at Roberts Street.
i was in school, feeling all drowsy and sleepy, i can see the port from the untidy glass walls of our room and a gentle breeze carried my mind out from the boring lecture.
it was afternoon when i realized i was walking alone along kalaw street because i am penniless, and the narra trees swaying in the afternoon zephyrr, those tiny yellow petals scattered on the bricked pavement. it was peaceful.
i was staring at the lagoon with my feet dangling, sitting at the Samal house balcony, i only see few people strolling at Nayon Pilipino or i sit on the grass under the shades of the old balete tree and watch the domestic air planes took off.
it was one of those bright afternoons that Hoover and I sit under the small tree that until this day i don't have the slightest idea about the tree's kind.
it was one rainy afternoon when we were eating at McDonalds and we saw the clouds hovering above the Session road.
it was one summer afternoon that we were lying under a tree on one of the rice fields in Pangasinan, while the sun was b lazing above and we were singing at the top of our lungs.
it was one hot afternoon, my skin was bright red, i was at the back of the pick-up truck running in high speed at the north express way, it was the whistle of the wind, and the hazy sight of trees with purple flowers and the green fields and the distant Mt. Arayat, the bright blue sky, the cotton clouds, the white birds and the freedom in a different concept.
if anybody knows the feeling of not feeling at all. maybe that was it.
ive seen the most beautiful sight, i heard the most unforgettable songs in different languages. ive seen the whole world. it was just a second or two. and it was always different. it was always curious. it was always wonderful. Always afternoon. 5/14/04
SANDRA