By Justine C. Tajonera
I take over the driving after our stop
at the gas station. I squander my attention
on trucks and buses that overtake on clearly
marked "no trucks/ buses" lanes. Then,
emerging from a claustrophobic drive beneath
the Skyway overpass and two trucks on both
sides of the car, I see a curl of seaweed flash
by the window. For a moment, the highway is
underwater. I can almost smell the salt from
the ocean. It is an elusive moment, quickly gone,
Southern Luzon and Manila submerged.
By the time I've taken us to the EDSA Cubao lane
I am back in traffic-ridden reality, mindful now
of water, weather, wakefulness.