in times like this, all we could do is to stay indoors, watch the snowfall, and pray that it may end so soon and that it may not flood our grounds with tons and tons of snow, so i don't have to struggle myself with having to shovel them out of the guesthouse's entrance and driveway....
in times like this, all i could do is to take images of it...keep praying that it may not fill and flood the cloister corridors with flakes of cold freezing snow...so that our oldest monkbrother Benedict who is 89 years old may not slip on it again and break his leg again...
in times like this, all i could think of is to imagine myself going back to the philippines and enjoy the scorching hot humid no-snow weather in bikol and or in the visayas.
and in times like this, all i could think of is the hot sands of puerto galera and boracay with its white seashores and rushing warm salty wind from the sea with lots and lots of pinoys and pinays scoring the lengths of its white beach and frolicking to and fro...
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