Fleeting scenes on my way to the office

When I go to the office everyday, I ride a jeep from the front of our building until Araneta Avenue. From there, I cross the footbridge and take a walk until Ma. Clara Street where our office is located.

On my way, almost everyday, I meet a lady who looks like going to work as I do. She is also in her semi-business attire, I mean, a simple t-shirt blouse and a seda pants. She walks so fast and looks intently on her way.

The street is a commercial area with all of the high-rise commercial and industrial buildings; however, there is a cluster of residential houses, where I usually see the lady coming from.

Every morning, an old man probably in his 60s sits in his wheelchair in front of a house. His back always turned away from the sun. He is probably in his therapy from stroke. This morning, as I passed by, he was trying to carry himself, his hands pushing the arm rests of the wheelchair. But then, he did not managed, instead, he went back to just sitting.

Sometimes, other than that old man, there are two children playing. They are probably the grandchildren of the old man or sometimes a young man talks with him. After a few steps, there is also a baby always carried by a woman, perhaps in her late 20s and probably the mother of the child. They are also catching the rays of the sun, which is good to that little child. However, I don’t feel the people’s daily routine as good, because though they catch the morning sunlight, they are surrounded with polluted air emitted by the vehicles that pass by the main street.

After that house, I will pass by the new building of Vibal Publishing. There on the gate are two kittens lying side by side, the other white and the other orange in colors. They are always there as if waiting for every employee to come.

Then after that, I will cross another street, a wide one, where most of the time I am not able to see the vehicles coming behind me. One time, I was almost hit by a taxicab. I looked left and right and there were no vehicles but then, that taxi rushed through. Good thing, I am a fast walker.

Finally, I will walk pass the gasoline station, then there it is, the gate of Vibal Publishing!