It rained hard on the Sabbath day.
My mom would kill me if she’d find out that I haven’t attended a Catholic mass for years. The irony is I’ve called myself agnostic yet I kept my faith— and my only communion with God is through loooong walks. I talk to Him better in the streets. I talk to Him best when I become a voyeur in His creation. I was about to cross the street to cap my prayer at Starbucks but it rained like mad so I detoured at 7 Eleven for a quick chow. I’m thankful that mobile phone came in handy. I never thought of cellphone photography this interesting till now. 
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