Hung out at the roof garden with the cats for a while and noticed the crane for a condo being built nearby.
We used to complain a lot about the heat and glare during the summers. But now everywhere I look there's a high rise peaking over the horizon, blocking the morning sun or golden sunset at certain times of the year. And not too far out the lots around us build higher too. Their windows and balconies looking over ours.
Earlier today I walked around the neighborhood and noticed how alive it was. Our street is the only one left lined with Narra trees. In the mornings and afternoons vendors of fruits, vegetables, dried fish, street food, clothes, and toys pass by. Kids still play and bike on the street. And the older people still play chess, and watch TV from each other's garage. And I keep wondering everytime I see a condo or crane propped up, how long will all of these last? How long til the sun and leaves turn to dust and shade? How long til we stop greeting each other from outside our gates? How long til we finally realize
We used to have so much of each other.
We used to have so much of the sky.