if you held yourself up to the light

Aug 07, 2011 23:28

08.03.11



We hadn't been at the beach together since ten years ago, to think we grew up together--isn't that embarrassing? I promise, we make up for it today and the next three days.




I've pooled our travel fund, she's in charge of the food fund; we have more than enough for beer, and mementos for friends waiting for us back home.



They share the big bed, I own the small one in the corner of the room that is the least cold.

They're outside watching a movie while I'm off to bed, to rise early to watch the sun come. (/100 words)



08.04.11
For fifty pesos more I had a double main course: meaty crabs that I ate with my hands, something I only do when I'm home, and not really that often. Today's a blessed day.





Tarsiers are suicidal primates.



A python sheds skin and eats monthly--choice between two goats or one pig.



Dolphins show every day but only for a few, before the sun's in full view.

Bees bite when it's raining.

Flowers may be eaten.



I think about the things I learned today to take my mind off the most disgusting, most disappointing news.

I wish it weren't true. (/100 words)

08.05.11
Being in the water is a different story from being on it.

Nothing quite beats waking up before the sun does, polishing off cold pizza before an early morning dolphin show -- for seven sparkling seconds, they surfaced for us.



I had one side of our little boat to myself. My life vest, my pillow, hat on my head; sea was a vast indigo, deep, dark, infinite--spraying salt, slamming on us, I drifted. I had "Wannabe" on loop in my head, I had found my spot of calm.



I think that was when I decided: I have to go back.








And you know you're never sure
But you're sure you could be right
If you held yourself up to the light
~The Smashing Pumpkins

Thanks for the song, wiji. You have an awesome birthday playlist :)

birthday month, august, clingies, birthday trip, 2011, bohol

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