April 4, 2019
Here's another thing that's nice about summer: You don't leave the house worrying about rain dousing your laundry. I mean, you know the feeling, yes? Constant worry. You leave Mandaluyong. You go to Cubao. It rains in Cubao. You worry that it's also raining in Mandaluyong. You call home. No one's picking up. You now worry about your laundry like a mother worrying if their child has an umbrella. You're uneasy and distracted. Rain is beautiful in itself. But you cannot see that. Instead, you see your child getting soaked and you worry there's nothing you can do. Fidget, fidget.