After the Play

I remember how, after watching the play, D. and I were reciting lines we snatched from it and just laughed some more. We had a terrific bento at the Rai Rai Ken by the Trellis.
It’s been raining the past few days, but tonight was a clear evening escorted by a cool breeze. The wind whispered a thousand I-love-yous to the sea. We took walks, holding each other’s hand and a cigarette on the other. As the night grew quiet, we drove the silent streets home.

The trellis is officially among the top five of my all-time-favorite places in the world. During afternoons, the sun’s white reflection on the bay makes it sparkle more than diamonds in a jewelry store. It gave me so many peaceful afternoons watching little boats while biking, glorious mornings while running, even a number of post-play, post-filmfest gimmicks, dates-with-D. (we’ve been to almost all of the restaurants in that part of CCP) and even lunch with my family. I hope it doesn’t lose its solemnity by become to commercialized, or too crowded like bay walk.