Light
It's good to get away from the heat during this here summer, although it is only during summer that the light can be like this. It reminds me of golden melting things, if only because I am drenched with sweat while walking through everywhere.
Even strange subjects take on a particularly bright, sinister, or otherwise surreal light - making an uncertain smile play along the corner of my lips, which later on evaporates from my face as the temperature gets the best of me. Neither the smile nor the slight irritation takes much.
We go up to Baguio for the second year in a row, feeling a bit of respite from the heat and blinding light, to see sights and places lit up differently, though no less brightly. I could go on and on about the difference, and the sameness, but at the end of the day, it's always good to be back home.
Home always has a different light -
We played games, and celebrated friends. It was a happy time. As I said, it's always good to be back home.
And then, in accordance to how these things go, we went back down to Manila, where we sought the artificial cold of malls. They are somehow a measure of comfort.
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