Right before four in the afternoon as we got back from island hopping, Manlawi island dried up. It left us a desert of wet sand.
We set up our tents under the diminishing heat of the day. Sunset was just a commercial; it was a quick descent.
So many colors in this distraction
Brown hair makes her lips more red
Words would not describe what I’m seeing
I try to hold my tongue but it’s useless
She makes my heart scream color
I know by now she should have found me out
Every sense I have has been exhausted
But color makes her smile
– Colors by Barcelona
It’s so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl
And with the way you look I understand
That you were not impressed
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
Take off your party dress
And I keep saying over and over and over and over again
Let it rain, let it rain
Over and over and over and over again
Let it rain, let it rain
On the corner of Farmers Market, people were buzzing around a pile of boxes and what it seemed was a woman being trampled upon. As I walked by, a promo girl shoved a pack of folded yellow cardboard. Opening the thing, I knew it was for moms. There were seven Maggi Mysabaw sachets tucked neatly inside.
I bought a pack of polvoron from Goldilocks so it wouldn’t be embarrassing buying just two sticks of candles.
My first encounter with their polvoron was when my grandmother visited us and she brought it as pasalubong. It was in 1996, I guess. Since then, I always liked the taste.
