Today, news agencies from all over the world is expecting an intensified solar storm. Disruption on satellite signals are likely to happen, scientists said. Philippines' weather agency, PAG-ASA, on the other hand believes the country will be spared by possible effect citing its position near the equator.
Today, I went out of the office at about 7:10 in the morning to find a friendly shot of gold from the young-looking sun. I did not feel radioactive. Sun seemed normal. No traces of cosmic storm in the atmosphere.
My vigilance on signs of the solar storm was broken by two beautiful ladies in white shirt jogging around CCP Complex. Smiles became evident as they came closer towards my direction.
Meanwhile, a man on bicycle almost hit me, I didn't mind.
Two men in army cut, probably members of the Philippine Navy crossed paths with the two wonderful ladies.
Nothing happened but it seemed perfectly right.
Two men in army cut, probably members of the Philippine Navy crossed paths with the two wonderful ladies.
Nothing happened but it seemed perfectly right.
As I continued heading to Roxas Boulevard, a panoramic view of human life occurred like a cosmic revelation of hope:
About 4 rows of Navy students doing drills, sunlight diffused on bottled waters held up high by two ragged vendors in love with their work, gentlemanly dogs on leash carried by aristocratic soldiers of morning walks, a number of couples sitting on gutters laughing vehemently, white chiks playing tennis in deep concentration, sweat on the face of a chubby woman warming up, a stampede of joggers sensitive with their shapes circling around the front yard of CCP like sundial or clocks or the circle of life; a taho vendor scoops down for a plastic cup before an old woman tired of workout; everything moving in a rhythm perfect like the combination of brewed black coffee, humming birds, sizzling sinangag aroma, roosters crowing....like a circle drawn in green crayon on a plywood by a curious child...like the slightest shake of trees on sunday noons....everything perfectly in position..not for war, nor for peace, but for no reason at all.
Everything pans across my vision and peripheral visions and aura detecting hormones. I was everywhere and between every human being on my view. Omnipresent, omnipotent, omnihumming, omniwatching, oh mi goodness it was amazing.
Slowly, I walked away from the milky way like a murmur of wind dwindling towards an FX sliding along Roxas Boulevard.
Amen.
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