It is a raging sea.
There is excitement inside of me.
I can see the same excitement in every young boy plunging from the seawall to the waves.
And I see that these young divers like to be watched as they do their thing because they are smiling at me.
I was grinning to show my appreciation.
Diving at such a time was dangerous, though, because the sea was not yet that very high.
Yet, they managed to come out unhurt.
A squeaking bird
There is that squeaking voice of a bird again!
It is coming from next to my room, a vacant lot that seems to be a little "jungle."
Intermittently, it would shrill like shouting for help.
Maybe, it is crippled and asking for food.
I don't know, but I already prayed.
A chinky-eyed kid
I am here at the seawall, having my snack. A boy is asking for some; I never give, I can't because he has lots of companions -- all kids, too.
But where is that kid now? That round-faced and chinky-eyed kid? I left a portion for him, and he is nowhere in sight.
Thanks, God! I found him. I gave it. I am relieved.