By: Raul G. Moldez Above me, the sun. Beneath me, the trees. Birds give way to me as I savor the wind. Here, hot and cold mix. The atmosphere is lukewarm. My shirt is cellophane. I feel sweltering here. I’m a…
By: Raul G. Moldez Above me, the sun. Beneath me, the trees. Birds give way to me as I savor the wind. Here, hot and cold mix. The atmosphere is lukewarm. My shirt is cellophane. I feel sweltering here. I’m a…