Have you felt the wind rush through your armpits making a parachute out of your baggy t-shirt as you ride atop a bodaboda,
Or, with cold hands, after you’ve trudged the rain outside and cucu hands you a steaming cup of dufia after you’ve changed into dry garb, the feeling of your shivering fingers furling the mug,
Or the taste, after a long day of picking tea and hauling it to the center, of ugali and salted-enough sukumawiki with avocado,
Have you stayed awake by a bonfire with friends the day after Christmas, darkness and future at bay, golden flickers on your faces as you recount the years and eat leftovers, with a spirit or two and tales or two of recounted past,
Or, staring at a sunrise with a beloved, felt your heart stir at the burst of splendor and felt your hand search hers, in some sort of crackling peace.