And just like that, my friends, it’s already June tomorrow. How time flies. I always think weekends are not long enough – they just go by and in a blink of an eye it’s already Monday. These days my sense of time is a bit out of whack. I was just complaining how hot and humid it was because it’s summer in the Philippines. And then I stopped myself when I saw the untrimmed lawn had become bushier because of the late afternoon thunderstorms we’ve been having over the past week. I realized we’re at the tail end of summer after all, and we’re transitioning to the rainy season.
Speaking of, how weird is this: mini twisters have been spotted on Laguna Bay yesterday afternoon. I mean, these things hardly ever happen in this side of the earth.
Tomorrow, Metro Manila officially starts of the “new normal”, aka general community quarantine. Quite a handful of words, but simply put it’s the more lenient kind of lockdown. D and I will still be indoors working from home, and I will continue to insist and check on my folks to ensure they’re adhering to the guidelines. Last Friday I saw a Cebu Pacific plane take off from the airport as D and I drove home to the suburbs. On Saturday, I heard the sound of a plane taking off (because we live near the airport). I have gotten used to hearing nothing but the chirps of birds and the cackling of my hens that the sound of the plane seemed almost alien. And then this afternoon, as I was gazing up the clouds admiring the contrast of the blue and the white, a helicopter flew by. How surreal!