daytrip.

On the bus again, this time going back to Manila, a daytrip and I was finding it hard to sleep. The sun was at her most importune mood and kept coming through the curtains, then there was the radio which besides the songs being played was at the "bisyo na 'to" frequency. Damn. It took me awhile to suss those things in the background. I was singing a song intermittently and smiling all the while trying to recreate the ditty in my head, and going back to the few hours I was in Naga.

It's been awhile since I have been to Naga, not just months but years now. Just like the song I was singing, intermittent, and it was not really coming home but a sort of a revisit every time, and every time always secretly wishing to stay there, even with all the changes. It is home after all, even if it gets smaller and smaller for every year that I stay away. It is the same each time I come down from the bus, time slows down and I breath easier. There is traffic now, but never what we have here in Manila, after all Naga doesn't have traffic lights. I guess I miss the place more than I am conscious of.

There's a bridge down somewhere in Quezon and we are taking the long and scenic route to Manila. I guess I'll be late for work then. I find myself singing the song again.

"Chickading, chickading, may isang chickading na dumapo sa sanga, dumating ang isa..."

C'mon now, aside from Naga, I also miss my daughter.