The Taga Bukid Kids: Part 1

Whenever people ask where I'm from, I always reply, "Mississippi." And that's partially true. I spent my pubescent years in good ol' MS. But in actuality I'm from the province. Taga Bukid. 

Going to Lake Sebu reminded me of my roots. When we used to swim in the creek.  

Pick up random objects and be fascinated with them.

When the world was so simple.

My feet feel heavy and worn. It's hard to face the next day when you don't know what's to come. 

But when that first ray of sunlight hit me, (and I was up at 5:30 am so it really was the first) I felt the first warmth of the day. And it beat the chill of the night. And I was hopeful.

Fields of Gold - Sting