Golden Sunday
By Justine C. Tajonera
We went down the road not knowing where
exactly it would lead. We made a left looking
for the Sta. Ines waterfall and faced nine kilometers
of dirt road. The sunlight shone through the downpour
and we crossed shallow streams. We could see the
striated stones beneath the clear, shallow water.
When, finally, there was no road at all, we waded
into a stream, perhaps part of a larger river towards
the northeast. We swam for less than an hour. The
downpour had stopped and the emerald water was
warm and inviting. We left at sunset, the horizon
was buttery and tinged with peach. In the evening,
the waning moon was a large honeyed topaz
guiding us home.
April 28, 2013
Tanay, Rizal
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