The ocean, after a year

Last year, I was in Corregidor for an environmental congress, the stones by the beach were are gorgeous, and the island is majestic, beautiful, incredible. The water wasn't that enticing, though, because I earlier saw a dead pawikan floating on its back. That made me sad, so as an act of respect for the dead animal, I didn't swim, whatever the connection is, I'm sure there is, somewhere..

Last Sunday I was in La Union, and aside from daydreaming about Jericho Rosales (I just had to blog about this detail because it's really weird, haha), I spent my time madly writing on my journal and occasionally looking at (and wanting to see what's beyond) the horizon.

Memories associated with water came... the river in Abra that is so clear you will never be able to forget it for the rest of your present life and when you are reincarnated you will still remember it because it's so clear, very clear, you will feel guilty stepping into it and did I say 'clear' already?, the candy-colored stones in a river somewhere in Nueva Ecija and the carabaos being washed nearby (and the women washing clothes), the way my father liked taking photos of me while I make sand castles (mounds, really), the pebbles from Boracay that I was able to sneak in the plane on the way home (the pebbles were in a plastic cup, and there was seawater in it, too, but my memory now fails me [I was 16, so..], I'm guessing I'm just making this up..)

One of my favorite things to see when I'm near the ocean are the boats sailing away into the night, fireflies (light from the boat lanterns) disappearing into the horizon one by one.

Okay, my brain just stopped functioning I have nothing more to write. Sorry.