Rest. Go to sleep. Take a break. A good break.
For the past few days, my body has been telling me to slow down. And so after the shoot has been packed up at 6:00am, I decided to ride a bus to the countryside.
A husky voice, a sore throat and exhaustion are the lullabies that readily put me to sleep. After two hours of travel, this is what I see on my window.
I am certainly in Bataan already. And my excitement is rising.
Our house is about 5 to 10 minutes away from the bus stop. And nothing beats the first breath of fresh air as soon as I go down the bus. The air is still chilly. And as always, it is still quiet. This is the silence that my mind is looking for, the silence that I cannot experience in the metro.
Along the way, the ducks greet me “Good morning”.
The cows want to play “habulan”. I don’t know why. Am I wearing red?
The Santan flowers are teasing me to pick them up and taste the sap.
The tomatoes are being impatient to be red.
The farmers are busy under the sun.
The little piggy is having a great feast.
And there’s Mt. Samat, still waving a hand at me.
New houses are already being built. And not just houses, they are big houses.
I happened to drop by my grandma’s house. Not so long ago, it was the only house there, surrounded by the rice fields. Now, the fields are gone and there stood the two-storey houses.
I just hope that the rural feel of this place won’t go away. It’s the only place where I can feel the ultimate calmness and peacefulness. It’s where my body can have full recovery from all the foreign bodies that entered it. There’s also this sense of belongingness where I cannot feel in any other nature getaways. Maybe there’s just no place like home. Yes, home. Up to now, I would want to call it home.
Day 42 of the 365 Challenge