walking through mist

(written 17 Oct 07)

Me: Is that rain or fog?
Cid: That’s both.

Paolo, Cid, Ron, Jen and I spent the afternoon in Choco Kiss talking about anything and everything (e.g. Sandman, racing, Shake Rattle and Roll, etc). Outside the rain poured for hours, bringing with it, interestingly, fog. Paolo was leaving for the States on Friday. The lunch was our pabaon feast for him. He said sternly that we weren’t saying “goodbyes”, only “see you laters.” In five months, he promised he'd return.

On the way home I decided to drop by the church. It was slightly drizzling and the air was so clean. Amazingly, the church was covered in fog. I remembered a foreign legend I’ve read before of people who enter into mists and find themselves in a new world. Time passes by rather slowly in that new world, the terrains are magically different and the people are smaller but older than they seem. Avalon. It would be a perfect place to wait in. They say a day in that world is equivalent to weeks in the real world.

After a while, the mists subsided. Five months is not a long time, after all. My friend will be back soon.

**And five months after, he did come back to us.