I have always been fond of going to the beach. I find peace in the sound of waves hitting the shore and ebb away towards the open sea. The cool ocean air calms my soul as I inhale it and exhale every single negative thought in my system with a whisper that only the wind can hear and carry away into the infinite abyss.
But this time was a completely different experience and it brought me to priceless euphoria. Rain started pouring from the heavens and I've never seen the beach so breathtakingly perfect.
My body was below the surface of the water and suddenly I can see nothing in the horizon but just a white blanket of smoke, right where the picturesque view of Davao used to be.
Suddenly I'm surrounded by thousands of little white jumping tadpoles that were created by the raindrops as it touched the smooth surface of the ocean. And they seemed to be racing each other towards the limitless body of water. When truly they just become part of the ocean forever as I was at that very moment, nostalgic as my mind is swimming in the tides of yesteryears when that child, who has grown up to be the man in the middle of the ocean, once played in that shoreline not caring where tomorrow will bring him.
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