rooftop memories

I suddenly miss my childhood. I miss the roof top where I used to sit in the afternoons after school and just stare at the clouds. I'd stare at them until the yellow turns to red and then to gray and black. And at that time I'd figure I have to come inside since the mosquitoes are now having a feast day at my expense. i used to count how many airplanes would pass by. Sometimes I'll have my cousin or a friend with me. We'll just sit there counting airplanes and just talk in between. And then there's the night time version when I'll just go star gazing. I'll have a mat so I could lay on my back and just stare at the stars. I used to say that I was drawn to the moon too. Sometimes I'll bring my dad's binoculars with me and a book about constellations. I just felt that there was something magical about it. I used to pray there too. It's just so calm and when i'm alone at my favorite spot in the roof, I could tell God everything I was feeling at that time. It calms my nerves, clears my head and stills my heart.

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