Unlike my usual weekday mornings wherein I’m sulky and sleepy, today was different- at least that’s what I told myself the very second I stepped out of the gate and walked my way up the highway. It’s a beautiful day!! A gloomy Tuesday at 8am, chilly winds and everything seems so peaceful. What a beautiful day indeed to stay in bed and sleep throughout the day. But the storm doesn’t suspend work, not even my class tonight.
Getting a ride to work was a lot easier, there were only two folks seated, a guy beside me who I really didn’t get to notice and a girl across me who as well was unnoticeable. You probably thought this will be like in novels where I will describe how people looked in a public ride and how I imagined their life would be, ohh sorry about that but I didn’t have thoughts like that this morning. The road was nearly empty but the jeepney I got into was so slow I knew then I’ll be late. And definitely I was, 2 minutes. I could’ve walked faster or kuya manong could’ve drove like how 17B/C/D drivers drive. I wanted to feel the cold breeze so I kept my usual pace not minding this will be deducted to my pay.
I arrived in the office with the tv screen on since we have our monthly townhall- ohh gosh another reason not to do work today. I keep on going outside because the weather is wonderful. There’s actually a storm that made its landfall I guess last night, and our place is on Signal no. 2 so we’re expecting this kind of weather probably for 2-3 days.
Most people don’t like the rain, well I love rainy days. What I don’t like is having to hold an umbrella and walk on wet pavements while my shoes get soaked and overpriced Uber/Grab rides. But having to wear my pink hoodie and watch people pass by, hearing the raindrops and listening to Adele while enjoying a cup of coffee are my favorite things to do. There’s a coffee shop just down our office and I stood there for a few minutes before going back and thought “wow! people with their different colors of umbrellas, an old man and his coffee, people getting out of the building probably done with their shift, koreans inside the coffee shop” I stood there and just listened to every rain drop and my legs started to feel cold as I am wearing a skirt and realized I’m a sucker when it comes to the cold. Oh how am I gonna survive winter??
I suddenly was brought back to the short vacation we had in Upper Digos, south of Davao last November where the temperature dropped at 16°C and my insides were frozen, the cold literally went straight to my bones but I loved it. I loved the smell of pine tress and the mountain was covered by fog. My love for mountains developed there and I can’t wait to travel down there again, hopefully my plan to explore Northern Mindanao will push through this year.
So now I’m back from a long lunch break, goodness it’s already 2PM. Few more hours and I’m gonna brave the traffic going to school for my MA class. What the hell am I doing with my life?