The hubby and I were at the university campus briefly over the weekend to have some bookbinding done. It was our first outing after a week of the habagat, or southwest monsoon, low pressure areas, rain, rain, and rain. Only Son, who is not homeschooled, was actually off for four of the five schooldays that week.
Cloudy it was still, gloomy it was still, muddy it was still. But as we left the Catholic chapel, there was the softest and most silent of breezes brushing across our faces. For a few precious seconds, the breeze lingered.
And it was good.