Summer's here!

And here's my Powerbook's desktop specially for this season.


Because it's back! The heat, the dust, the yearning for halo-halo and ice scramble from the streets. The heady magenta evenings, the late night dashes to Roxas boulevard for coffee and a walk, the reading of Umberto Eco novels while sucking on strawberry-flavored popsicles. The hulas, the duyans, the beaches, the sunburns, the get-togethers with vacationing cousins, the siestas and old music and comfort food, the rummaging through old wardrobes, the three showers a day. The palay harvests, the coconut smell, the laughter, the childhood, the remembering, the homecoming. The Reyna Elena, the gothic and morbid Holy Week celebrations, the Abuelas dragging the young people to churches for confession and Way of the Cross. The bloody Christ, the Pasion, the wailing women in the neighborhood chapels, the snakes emerging from the grass onto the pavement. The drought, the poverty, the May elections, the controversies, the pronouncements, the mud-slinging, the flagellants, the cenakulos, the grass fires, the ensuing ashes, the Return to Ashes, the Death, the Resurrection, Eternal Damnation, the Book of Revelations, the Final Judgement.

All that mindless tradition, all that magic, all that myth. It's no wonder summer is my favorite time of the year. It's cuckoo country.