When the Storm Comes

When the Storm Comes

When strong winds came to Cebu, we dropped everything and headed to the outskirts

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

“Surf!” he exclaimed excitedly as I paused and struggled to understand what he meant by that. “Let’s go!”

I watched—still dazed—as he moved around the room gathering a bunch of things and stuffing them inside his bag. Seriously? We’re driving down South on a weekday? I hesitated at first, but the idea of going to a random place seemed enticing. It’d been a while 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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