Rinse cycle

Summer is over, and the rains are starting to take over lives again. I take out my rain boots from storage, notice how the laces have hardened from disuse, and wonder if they now come in colors other than drab green and bright yellow. I always tend to frequent places that flood. During heavy rains some parts of Camp Crame and Edsa get flash floods. There is ankle-deep mud in some parts of the camps of the PNP-Special Action Force during the rainy season. In Evangelista Sreet the drainage seems to have been fixed, but A. Bonifacio Street still becomes a shallow pool during heavy rains. Everytime June comes I begin to have the habit of parking my car a little up the street, nearer Evangelista, to keep my car from being flooded everytime there is heavy rainfall in the middle of the night.

Time does not just fly, it gushes down and floods the heart. All of a sudden school will be starting again, and the air smells different. Early mornings bring a fresh and dewy quality to normal early morning routine. Waking up, having breakfast, and walking outside feels new again, clean again, as if everything has just been freshly washed.

Mud and floods notwithstanding, there is beauty in the present. Here is my new desktop to celebrate the coming of the rainy season.