And then, melancholy came

 

I got drenched earlier on the way home, so I just walked slowly and enjoyed the rain.

Iba talaga ‘yung saya kapag naliligo sa ulan. Animo’y bawat patak ay sayang dumadaloy lampas sa isip, diretso sa puso. Parang napabalik ako sa panahong hindi ko pa kailangan ng saysay para tumawa. May tuwang hindi kailangang ipaliwanag habang tinatangay ng hangin ang payong at naliligo ka na lang sa ulan.

Walking in the rain is my favorite, because in those slow paces the clock loses meaning, like I’ve slipped into a world where minutes no longer matter, and the rest of the world melts away.

Above, the storm bled across the sky, as though mourning had taken form and fallen. Then came the rain, light, like the perfume of a memory that smiled before slipping away. Your heart didn’t speak in language, but in the pause when there's nothing left to say. And when we are most honest, most broken or real, even breath mourns what’s stolen.