Libay Linsangan Cantor
I lie here beside you, on my side of the bed, always facing the window, and I look at the gloominess of the cool February morning we’re having this Saturday, waiting for you to wake up so we can have our morning coffee and chitchat.
But it is not such simple chitchats, those morning talks we always have. Our conversations are our ways of polishing thoughts, refining feelings, and improving doubts. Regardless of whether we’re discussing the stupidity of a petrol ad’s copy or the implications of having a trigger-happy president of our republic, talking about other people, or talking about our own recent experiences and tasks, the words and thoughts we exchange with each other over the dining table are great accompaniment to the divine aroma of brewed coffee we both l
