Good Mourning

Weekend in Pampanga did my soul a lot of good. Aside from the mental rest it provided, which normally evades me in Manila, it was rare to wake up to a Beautiful Sunday morning and be greeted by the soothing view of grass and trees. If all my subsequent Sunday mornings can be like this, who cares about dating on Sunday afternoons! :oD

Too bad, though, that it was only an overnight stay. Would've loved an extra time there and if only to accomplish my mission of leaving my gloomies behind, which I did not; and it was right.

Ironically, it was Mr. Frog who taught me that people need time to feel and to process their hurts. So I allowed myself to remain sad in Pampanga.

It was my time to mourn.