It is 4:30 in the morning. Not so many cars are on the road yet but still quite a number of them considering it is still very early. I’m almost late for my flight but thankfully, I get to the airport just as the first boarding call is being announced. The girls at the counter are very helpful and they quickly process my ticket and I get my boarding pass. As I look around, I realize the airport is almost full and it’s not even daybreak yet. Where are all these people going?

If you are in the region, then you must be experiencing the one season most people dread; the rainy season. It has been raining elephants and lions lately and the roads have taken a major beating owing to the frequency of the rains. But the worst hit areas are not even the main roads but the in-roads that lead to most residential areas, except of course if you leave in Masaki, Oysterbay and the environs. For the rest of us who leave elsewhere, lets just say most of us are swimming in mud puddles since the “all weather roads” no longer exist.

The other day I happened to be at home and while doing a few things in the kitchen I smelled something rotten. I didn’t know what it was and since this is not like a phone you can call and once it rings you know where the phone is, I had to rely on my nose to follow the smell and finally identify where it was coming from so that I can clean it out. Finally, after overworking my nose, I realized the trashcan in the kitchen was full and needed to be emptied.

It's been a while since I posted under this category. My bad for that. I promise you that from now on, I will be more regular in sharing the word of God as He lays it in my heart than ever before.

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

It’s funny how some things never make sense when you first read them until something happens that triggers a memory and alas, suddenly what didn’t make sense before now does.

It’s been 7 months since he breathed his last but to me it seems just like yesterday. I miss him a lot and especially this last week, I really wished he was still alive. I know most people wouldn’t understand my relationship with my dog but it was pretty special. Pancho wherever you are, just know I really miss you.