for months now, we've been experiencing unusual cold days and nights. unusual because this is the first time the chilly breeze decided to linger long after christmas. it's mid-january and it's still freezing! brrr...
this is the perfect time for reading novels and watching old movies. i have extracted careless thumbprints on maya angelou's collection of beautiful poems (my own), and reading it for the nth time gave justice to the cold weather that embraced my feet and wanton hands. typing this entry has never been more challenging. the nippy wind keeps blowing towards my entire left profile. our windows cannot be shut without employing a tremendous amount of force, and the only personality (with strong hands) who can do the job is my dad. he's upstairs, reading dan brown.
i have yet to think of something warmer to wear to last me for the entire night. my toes are turning purple :) but surprisingly, i found myself enjoying the intermittent puffs of cold air, hitting my face to the rhythm of linda ronstadt's blue bayou. even the stray cats outside our house looked restless. i have not heard any banging sound on the roof for weeks now. and i thought cat fur was enough to temper the arctic shift on this year's climate.
my mom wears a blue shawl to cover her neck and arms. she clings on them tightly while watching the bitter news on tv. somewhere in manila, a group of prosecutors are experiencing a different kind of winter in their own homes thanks to the makeshift snow machines donated by johnny midnight. further in alabang, a group of boys are taking much pleasure in the cold baths especially prepared for them by the warden.
aaaah...the chilly breeze of swift justice! :) i hope it's here to stay.
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