I am not saying that that basis is enough to determine one as an artist. But what is true is that I am one to always see the beauty in the simplest and most ignored things. I just do.
One day last week, I was on a cab on my way to another coverage for the lifestyle pages of our newspaper. I was going to one of Makati City's five-star hotels.
As customary, the route I asked the cab to take was the one passing by Bonifacio Global City (BGC). The way that connected to the McKinley Road, which passed by the heritage Forbes (taxi drivers pronounce this as For-bes) Village, and exited straight to EDSA and Makati Ave. intersection.
Anyways, road directions bores me. Haha!
What actually amused me was how it was a gloomy day, the skies were cast gray, and the rising BGC skyline stood still in time.
The towering babels, no matter how proud they looked, could not overcome the rawness of the moment. It was nature having a hand on things, on me.
Though it didn't seem that it was about to rain hard, few trickles softly touched the glass window. How I wanted those to feel those trickles touch my face.
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And just when I thought my reverie was over, here came the acacia trees-line McKinley Road inside the Forbes.
And by gods, I believe mystery itself came down to cease the hundred-year-old trees. The canopy of the majestic trees hover above the car, and there was mist forming. The ancient mansions loom on both sides of the road. And again, time stood still. It was history right there and then. Just surreal.
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The world indeed, is beautiful.
