Mactan, Cebu 2012
I watched my wife and my almost-two-year-old walking at the edge of the beach, staring at the sea. I can hear the little one laughing at the sound of waves crashing. It was the most charming peal of laughter. It must have been the bright glare that bounced off my sunglasses. It must have been this humid, salty air that embraced us, that elevated us. Something deep in the chasms of my subconscious awoke. It's a familiar feeling of lightness, of resolutely floating aimlessly.
She is on her royal blue bathing suit. I'm on a white, buttoned down polo, our little one on blue trunks and a white shirt. It was searingly hot and we were all wearing spectacles. It was all spectacular. I know we glowed from inside.
I couldn't wipe off the grin on my face.
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