she treads lightly into night and day
calm as the summer Epiphyllum
but vibrant as pansies' polonaise
sunrays dare not touch the curls of her hair
and moonbeams refrain to search where she dwells
for heaven knows true where her heart lays bare
should a budding rose to seasons concede?
an eclipse may transpire in breathhold's time
a bough to cling on, to bloom and persist
My liking and fascination to Valda pastilles goes way back during my pre-teen years. I remember my dad giving me and my sister one each of that emerald green, sugar-coated conical mints as he himself indulges on one. Apart from its soothing fresh flavor that isn't too harsh on the taste buds, the pastilles come in an exquisitely designed golden brass tin can. Apparently, the company decided to change the tin can's design to give it perhaps a more modern look. It's a pity since the original printing that I used to know and that I am very fond of is very much superior to the cheap looking current one. Good thing the product itself is the same as before.
Included in this photo is my newly acquired fine nibbed, burgundy Parker jotter fountain pen. This marks the beginning of my journey to the world of fountain pens. My handwriting though, still sucks.
There is something soothing about stairwells, to me at least. It may seem an uncanny choice for a ‘comfort place’ but my inclination is not unfounded. Perhaps there could even be others just like me. In a fast-paced capitalist world where money is being driven by time, elevators have reduced stairwells as merely movie sets for bust horror flicks. But of course a building plan won’t be approved without them for safety measures like during instances of fires and earthquakes where the use of elevators is never encouraged. Pero men! Sa buong buhay mo gaano kadalas kaba makakaranas ng lindol at sunog sa loob ng isang building? E mas madalas pa siguro yung mga pagkakataon na natutuwa ka sa wifi provider mo kesa yung makaranas ka ng sakuna. In no way am I ridiculing any kind of catastrophe; I’m rather just hitting on the formerly mentioned.
I find solace in stairwells. It gives me the familiar feeling that a church gives; the silence, large glass windows, the way light reflects against the walls and the manner in which sound reverberates.
May sumingit pala.
