Hearing the Crashing Waves
At this very moment, days from the trip, I feel the butterflies in my stomach starting to flutter. But the adult in me calms them down lest we get too frustrated when things go sideways.
But I keep hearing them crashing waves. Seeing them build up high and curl down to a slow motion crash.
You know that eerie silence before the waves make a huge crash on the rocks or even just on the water itself? That! I am hearing that despite the fact that I am currently facing a deadline.
In my excitement, I checked the weather for the next days covering the weekend. It has been crazy gloomy these past few days and I so wish it will be sunny on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. And would you look at that? Still praying some predictions particularly on the said days will change.
It was a spur of the moment "Yes" when my friend asked if I want to come with the group. It has been more than two years since I last saw this group of friends. They have been, in clumps, and few numbers been travelling here and there within the country re-visiting the provinces and taking in the changes after not being free to travel for too long. But we have not joined in in one huge trip like our Surigao trip before or our Batangas. So I said, "Yes" immediately. Not that I missed them but I would like to have a change in scenery, too. Few taps and planning and we have made a down payment to our accommodation.
How about visiting my sponsors?
After saying, "yes", and after being added to the group chat for easier information dissemination, I remembered one of the reasons I keep passing up to most of the weekend getaways being sent my way was because it always lands on when I am needed to pull in an overtime for work support. Yes, that occupies my weekend nights till groggy Sunday - depending on when the client starts their production cutover and what time they would start needing my support.
It was then that I started to check on my emails and my calendar and realized this trip lands on that fateful activity. But thankfully, I mustered up the courage to try doing the support away from home and from a different location - one where I can see stars and hear the waves crashing on the shore. Maybe hearing music and laughters from a few late night partiers in a distant place, etcetera.
Sadly, Milky Way season is over but maybe I can score some astro shots as well.
All these in my head and heart and still I need to remind myself I got something to do on that weekend. So I did give a heads-up to my backup. Suppose the internet connection from the place goes bonkers or the power does not cooperate, I am going to need them to log in and fire my script for me and do the necessary report as well.
I got to go and give my gears a bit of cleaning too. More than two years of not being used and no sun or salt exposure, I hope my fins can still give me that swim boost and not crumble. I need to clean my snorkels, too. I had the option of renting but I needed to remind myself why I bought them in the first place even before all these covid thing happened. I need to be able to know what I am putting in my mouth and what I am breathing in and out of is safe for my chest and lungs.
Chances are, if we get a patch of sunshine, my friends will go down under the world of the sea, while I linger on the surface (down to where I can hold my breath) and take in the beauty of the world down there and relax.
Otherwise, we would all be lounging in the resort patio probably snacking on everything we can grab and chugging on coke.
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