When the Storm Comes

July 25, 2013

When strong winds come to Cebu, a bunch of kids head to the outskirts.

Jeremie smiled as he saw the trees twist and turn outside the window.

“Surf!” he said to me excitedly as I paused and struggled to understand what he meant by that. He looked at me with serious eyes and said “Let’s go!”

I watched (still dazed) as he moved around the room gathering a bunch of things and stuffed them inside his bag. Seriously? We’re going down South on a weekday? I hesitated at first but the idea of driving to a random place seemed enticing and it had been awhile since I went on a spontaneous trip.

“Let’s go!” I said grabbing the only thing I needed to bring–a camera.

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