moon walk

We went to get the wheels of Tita Ninj at the office and rode a cab to Tip-top to return it.

After viewing my little cute cousin's candid pics in Val's video camera, little Bret wanted more. So we took more pictures and laughed the afternoon away. Kids, they're so cute and innocent. Innocence that brings truth and honesty. In their laughter. In their tears. In their silence. In their voices.

Tita Fely, Lola Putin, Val, Boybi, the kids and I walk to the nearby store where Tita Celia was. At last, Sting allowed Boybi to carry him on his shoulders. Bret, the playful kid that he was wanted me to do the same, obviously i can't so he settled for a loving piggy back ride instead.

A few glasses of soda later, Boybi and I leave my huggable cousins and we go on foot.

Like a tour guide I pointed to houses owned by Dolphy, Laurel, Pagdanganan, Parsons, etcetera. It was also kind of a house shopping moment for both of us. You know talking about ideal houses, dream homes and the like.

It was a nice, relaxing walk. Reaching Pacdal, we stopped and grabbed some streetfood. Then riding the jeep to town was when it all started.

The beautiful moon. It was so big and bright that I watched it chase us in awe. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. I don't understand why some or maybe more people never appreciate sunsets and full moons. I ask this question to Boybi and he said maybe that's the way it is.

Maybe... maybe, if every single person loved such simple things then it wouldn't be so magical at all. Maybe, if everyone noticed magical things then it wouldn't have any effect after all.

I arrive home and get some stuff. I leave again. The moon hides behind the clouds now and it doesn't seem so near anymore. Still I walk. Moon walk. Loving every step I take under the pale moon.

Maybe, the moon knows what I feel for him. That's why he shows up and comforts me at the right places at the right time.

To moon walk... in my world... is to walk in the darkness with yourself as the light.