Power is still out in our town in Cavite (thankful to our old and noisy generator).
Last night, I went outside for the first time since Glenda hit. My town is quite near Tagaytay so it has always been chilly here come night time. But last night was unusually cold. It was, well, since the power is out, pitch black. There were only a few people outside. Most of those people were crowding at a beauty salon that has a power generator. I heard that the malunggay pandesal bakery was open, so I went out to get some.
This might seem insensitive, but I always love the “calm AFTER the storm”. The air always smells extra fresh and in the morning, everything seems more vivid. It’s always quiet and when there is no electricity, people actually do things that social beings ought to do: to go outside and interact with each other in the physical plane. Of course Im saying this because in spite of the mess the storm brought, nobody in my family, friends or neighborhood actually got hurt.
While I was walking to go buy some pandesal, surrounded by the chaos Glenda left, I felt really good. It was like all of my senses got buffed by a white mage or something. I was very conscious of everything: the fresh earthy scent of fallen leaves on the street and the soothing feeling it gave, the tiny droplets of rain from glenda’s tail on my hands and face. It was really dark, but even without the flashlight I had with me, I can roughly see my surroundings. But what made me feel good was the feeling of isolation. It’s a kind of isolation without being completely alone. You know that there are people around you, but everyone is so covered in shadows that no one will notice how ugly/dirty/messy you are. Theyll just see a moving sillhouette and go about their business without any instinctive commentaries. Sometimes its really nice to have a quiet time alone without being really alone. Also, there were a lot of toads on the street. God, I hate toads.