How long has it been? Fifteen, sixteen years? I was in junior college when we left the countryside for the city. Then, the unobstructed view of Kanlaon was a common site especially during the milling season. When the canes are still growing, I would skittishly climb on the roof of the garage and sit there at lengths and marvel at the sight. When the the sun sets in the west, white puffs of smoke start to billow from the mountainside. That meant dinner is cooking and it's time to go home and wash up.
Today I had a rare chance of seeing the same sight. After my weekend gig, I opted not to wait for my usual ride and decided to walk instead the kilometer-long dirt road. Nostalgia hit me, I wished I was a kid again.
Earlier in the day, we visited Glad and ended up getting a really long bath (30 minutes at the least).
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