On a rainy afternoon, from the thirty seventh floor the surface of the sea behind the Film theater on Roxas Boulevard reminds me of the designs on the froth of the coffee prepared at Prince Café. The designs on both the sea and the coffee stay firm for quite some time, not a quiver. Then as if directed by an unforeseen conductor the surface moves.

I would like to believe my mind has been like the surfaces of the sea and the coffee lately. Often especially just before I drift off to sleep at night my mind takes on a placid state like a skating rink. Continue reading →