What do you talk with someone , who has a long flight the morning after, that lasts past 2 AM? Only life and its issues , as well as the troubleshooting that goes with it. Bilateral. The issues, overlapping.

My father's sister (I think I like this better than the generic "auntie") did just that last night. Somehow before we slept (without saying the exact words), we resolved we're too blessed to complain.


After knee-jerk but highly reassuring embraces in NAIA, she went in. Embee and I left. Gentle sunshine sifted through the leaves in the airport road sidewalk but they were a blur to the sentimental me.




















A little later, street scenes were a welcome diversion.

washing and taking a bath in the street, taking advantage of the water from the pipes as Water people repaired something at the other side of the road.



































woman carrying a big load


















would you like some beauty rest or videoke rest?




















or open air reading?