Even then in college, traveling by bus from the province to Manila is one of those experiences I don’t necessarily enjoy but try to make the most of.
The relative quiet allows me to dwell in my innermost thoughts and explore the musings of my restless soul.
I get to admire the vast green fields of my beloved Central Luzon, the pretty foliage of clusters of trees by the roadside that seem to engage in story sharing they alone understood, the rapid changing of scenery as the bus speeds its way through the North Luzon Expressway.
And yet, college is so far away now, and much had changed between then and now. Then, there was only the fields, so vast they extended as far as the eye could see, the waves of palay stalks dancing in the merry breeze.
Now, villages and malls and other edifices lord it over what once were rice paddies. Some tracts of land stand idle or littered with overgrown grass.
Where were the farmers tending the fields?
I let the curtains fall and close my eyes.
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