I sat on the roof of the house with my Niko in hand as the sun starts to set, painting the horizon with shades of orange, red, yellow and gray. Back in the days, whenever my parents bring my siblings and I to Baguio City (Philippines) for our summer vacation, even up until I was in university, we get to enjoy the sunset here just from the garden. Not only is the sunset amazing each time, we enjoyed looking at the river below (which until now I am unsure which river that is) glistening with the fading rays of the setting sun and the glow of fishermen’s torches as they prepare to sail out to the South China Sea. With neighbors now aplenty, so are the number of structures around us. We then have to climb up the roof for that perfect view, unfortunately, no more fishermen’s torches in view.
When the energy of the day finally dies down and silence takes on the center stage, I look back on the day that was and I think of home. In this fast paced world that I am currently living in, life is slipping too fast that I couldn’t even grasp perfectly one thing, another pops in. The clock seems to be ticking faster than it should and before I know it, I’ve got to change my calendar. And I think of home.