The Face behind the Window

I had met her earlier in one of the bahay-na-bato houses in the heritage town of Taal. It was a brief encounter, as most interactions often are in the course of daily life. When it was time to go, she positioned herself at the large window made of wood and capiz, and gave me a long final look to send me off.

The memory lasted longer than the actual meeting. The power and magic of human connectivity are undeniable.