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This is the blog of Ian Rosales Casocot. Filipino writer. Sometime academic. Former backpacker. Twink bait. Hamster lover.


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Sunday, December 27, 2009

entry arrow4:16 PM | A Sunday

It hardly feels like a Sunday.

Sundays are molasses. Sundays are slow afternoons bathed in yellow sunlight, the changing color of the skies a pageant by itself. Sundays are quiet cups of coffee and soft songs streaming from somewhere. There is a fragile feel to the air, as if any moment now, something or nothing will snap -- and yet, and yet...

The whole city is awake today, the way a Saturday feels like. Thus the last week of the year begins, with such stirring. I wish this can only and hopefully lead to greater things, things with momentum and drive. May the rest of our coming days be the same as the days past -- only better, with wisdom as wings on our heels and a sense of heart that can make even the deepest pain feel like the cleansing fire that makes gold fine.

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