#Sandaan Blg. 3
It was summer. I was on my way home from training. The sun already set but the evening breeze felt warm.
I was walking along the footbridge when my interest was caught by a homeless man sleeping on one side of the bridge. His bed was the cold cemented floor. His blanket was the polluted air. His bedside lamp was the light of the nearby establishments. The honking of cars was his lullaby.
An insane thought crossed my mind: It must be nice.
Yet, I continued walking home and got a good night's sleep in the comfort of my bed.
I was walking along the footbridge when my interest was caught by a homeless man sleeping on one side of the bridge. His bed was the cold cemented floor. His blanket was the polluted air. His bedside lamp was the light of the nearby establishments. The honking of cars was his lullaby.
An insane thought crossed my mind: It must be nice.
Yet, I continued walking home and got a good night's sleep in the comfort of my bed.