I climbed to our rooftop, bearing the inconsiderate heat which caused the uncontrollable drops of sweat on my body. Radio tuned in to a mellow station; music phones plugged in to my ears. The moon hid behind red-tinted clouds. Darkness engulfed the surroundings. It was 10 in the evening.
As I penetrated onto the door that separated the staircase from the rooftop, I felt the temperature drop notches lower. Magically, the drops of sweat on my forehead and at my back seem to dry up like a salt water evaporating because of heat. This time, though, it was the cool temperature that dissipated a matter and converted it to another form. I felt the hotness of my body mix with the temperature of the slowly opening environment. Seconds later, I motioned towards the pavement - my right foot first, then the left. I was already outside our rooftop.
I was home still, but out of it. I was outside while still inside.
I felt the evening air embrace me like a father who had not seen his daughter for years. I gazed at the sky above me - hovering red and orange clouds. I watched the heaven move the clouds swiftly like a chess master positioning pawns until it reached the other edge of the board. I witnessed the huge buildings slowly dim as it turn off lights bit by bit every window. I smelled scents of sweat and disposed garbage mixed with aroma of cooked food and sampaguitas. I felt the environment open itself to me.
I was home still - but out of it. I was outside while still inside.
I took the music phones off my ears and listened to what the world was uttering in the darkness of the day. Radios sang out loud; singing voices amplified from videoke machines. Neighbors bickered over improperly placed objects that blocked their gates. And simply, the stories of silence which the evening air usually share to the busy and dozing off mankind. I heard our community blabber its grievances from the sounds that emanate from below - from the pleasant humming of mothers escorting their babies to sleep to the boorish shouts of drunk men.
I was home still - but out of it. I was outside while still inside.
In the middle of silent stories which the evening air was imparting, I sensed a booming sound coming from afar. Seemed to be coming from a big moving machine, I turned back and saw the LRT line 1 dash its way towards its destination. Truly a booming sound, but I have never heard this in the middle of any noisy and busy day. Amazing, a new yet old sound.
I saw and felt the wonder of the open environment at 10 in the evening. I was outside while still inside. I went back inside our home, climbed down the staircase and felt the inconsiderate heat again.
As I penetrated onto the door that separated the staircase from the rooftop, I felt the temperature drop notches lower. Magically, the drops of sweat on my forehead and at my back seem to dry up like a salt water evaporating because of heat. This time, though, it was the cool temperature that dissipated a matter and converted it to another form. I felt the hotness of my body mix with the temperature of the slowly opening environment. Seconds later, I motioned towards the pavement - my right foot first, then the left. I was already outside our rooftop.
I was home still, but out of it. I was outside while still inside.
I felt the evening air embrace me like a father who had not seen his daughter for years. I gazed at the sky above me - hovering red and orange clouds. I watched the heaven move the clouds swiftly like a chess master positioning pawns until it reached the other edge of the board. I witnessed the huge buildings slowly dim as it turn off lights bit by bit every window. I smelled scents of sweat and disposed garbage mixed with aroma of cooked food and sampaguitas. I felt the environment open itself to me.
I was home still - but out of it. I was outside while still inside.
I took the music phones off my ears and listened to what the world was uttering in the darkness of the day. Radios sang out loud; singing voices amplified from videoke machines. Neighbors bickered over improperly placed objects that blocked their gates. And simply, the stories of silence which the evening air usually share to the busy and dozing off mankind. I heard our community blabber its grievances from the sounds that emanate from below - from the pleasant humming of mothers escorting their babies to sleep to the boorish shouts of drunk men.
I was home still - but out of it. I was outside while still inside.
In the middle of silent stories which the evening air was imparting, I sensed a booming sound coming from afar. Seemed to be coming from a big moving machine, I turned back and saw the LRT line 1 dash its way towards its destination. Truly a booming sound, but I have never heard this in the middle of any noisy and busy day. Amazing, a new yet old sound.
I saw and felt the wonder of the open environment at 10 in the evening. I was outside while still inside. I went back inside our home, climbed down the staircase and felt the inconsiderate heat again.
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