"Que sera sera…"
The wind was never something tangible to man’s eye’s, yet the speed of the jeepney can make any man swear he shining ebony locks was the breezy element itself. Her hair and the way the steady gusts of air folded and waed her flowing white dress made her a sight to behold. Indeed, he can’t help but star admiringly aty the magnificent apparition sitting across him on that raging transport.
"Sir,...