Cold February Nights

Did you guys ever catch the full moon last week? There was something both eerie and magical about seeing the big bright moon and feeling the February chill on a starless evening.

I wondered if the weather was comiserating with the chill in my heart or if the sky identified with empty soul.

One week from now, people, will once more scramble for reservations, flowers will be overpriced, the motels overbooked, and a flood of lovers will walk hand in hand in malls and other public places, seemingly inseperable.

Two and a half weeks from now, Ortigas will be laden with traffic as people commemorate a historic event -- while I am left to wonder if any good had come out of that event almost twenty years ago.

Years ago, an expectant mother pushed hard to give birth to a baby boy: the name carrier, the protector, the love-son, full of hope and promise.

Twenty seven years later, that's all there is still, a promise waiting to be fulfilled.