I ran my way to catch the 7 a.m. train to work today. It was a make or break last 10 seconds before the train leaves. You see, if I got in a minute later, I’d have to wait for another 5 minutes for the next ride. Then I’ll be late for work.
Inside, the coach was full already. Not jam-packed but there were no more seats. Most of the time I can sit and nap on the ride as I travel from terminal to terminal. This morning, I was still a little sleepy, pushing yawns but I had to stand up by the rails. When the train’s that full, you’d seldom find a gentleman’s soul.
And so I stood by the coach window. Though slightly blinded by the sun’s glare, I spent the idleness looking out the window. There’s really nothing special on the view since buildings and vehicles are everywhere in Manila. Nothing special to see—lest you look at those things with a different pair of eyes. Continue reading