Having slept for only a few hours, I don't
know what prompted me to start the day so early. It was only a few minutes past
five yet the sun seemed just as eager to begin with the day. I thought I'd woken
up straight into a photo as saturated tones of orange peeked through my glass
windows. I could hear the roosters greeting me with a good morning, something I
didn't get to hear so often. Life here was just slow, and it made me realize
how much of a breather it was to have such pacing outside the hustle and bustle
of the metro. Impulse here was thinking I could bike around as soon as the
I pedaled my way on what I jokingly call
"the road to sexy" as I try to get back in shape, having already
eaten so much during my stay. The road here was no competition. I shared the road with a few early risers, some
goats (yes, goats), and avoided every dog as my fear of getting chased resurfaced with every stray in sight.
My biking led me to the shore not far from the house. From the
dock's mouth, I proceeded to walk until the end as I feared falling off again.
(Years ago, I slipped and fell off the same dock and thought it was going to be
the end of me.) As I walked, I encountered a local who greeted me with a
smile. For a few minutes, all I could hear was the crashing of waves
into the rocky dock, with barely any murmurs in the background. I stayed alone
with my thoughts and left before it got too sentimental. Plus, my cycling
shorts were too short and I simply had to change before going for another
round.
I don't know what fueled me to write since
I've only begun to appreciate how people combine these words coherently. I
suddenly woke up at dawn and thought, "right now, I want to write."
And all the words just came pouring. Maybe it's the pressure that came
with my blog's new look, wanting to accompany it with better content?