Red light...
Yellow light...
Green light...
And the Jeepney roars its engines. Its driver exhaling the smoke from his cigarette and it mixes with the wind she breathes in. It made her cough. *cough* *cough* *cough*. Asthma. Just one of the things that tolerate her fragility. She quickly gets the inhaler from her bag. *shake* *shake* *press* *Inhale*... *Exhale*... *Inhale* ...*Exhale*... She should've put on her face mask. She didn't want to. It made her look weak.
Bat, bat, her eyelashes bat. Her eyes started to get teary. The people were staring at her. She didn't like that. She looked away, at the window, where the city dust can freely enter her eyes. Her nose absorbing pollution. She didn't mind. It was a nice view. The way the Jeepney passes all these buildings and people. The way the music plays from her earphones. It felt like watching good movies. Except its real.
She liked real things.
The jeepney quickly stops, squeezing its passengers. Some people whined, one man shouted in anger, as he held a little girl asleep in his lap. The driver takes no notice. the kunduktor holds tighter at the back, trying not to fall from the Jeep, money folded like rings accross his fingers.
All these little things make sense to her. It seemed everything else was in motion, except her. She's just there, watching, listening, keeping mental notes of the little epiphanies that pop into her head everytime she notices something beautiful.
