I can see you a mile away. I can sense that you’re in a happy disposition even though you’re slouching against the wall, letting the afternoon light stream in through the window. And I just couldn’t help myself. So I walk toward you, allowing myself to be infected by your beautifully crooked smile. “Wala lang,” I say. And we share a smile brighter than the afternoon sun.
(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)