By Royce Lyssah Malabonga
“Are you saying I can fly?”
“I say you are free.”
– Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Beaches take my breath away but salty waters destroy my love affair with the ocean. When we went to Cordillera Beach Court, I consoled myself by simply walking around the beach while being tickled by the sand on my feet, rather than dipping my body into salty water. I walked to the almost far end of the shore looking for “other” sights to photograph. There I found the spirited young boys whom I endearingly called The Flyboys.
When they saw me taking photos, each boy came to me and gestured that he would do the act of “flying”. That brief moment of suspension, when an act is frozen at its zenith, everything becomes possible, even flying.
Seeing their flights ignited what I had been losing in contact with, the child in me, the child who believes without the ifs.
Editorial Note: Royce is an incoming BA Journalism fourth year of UP Diliman. She has described herself as serious when necessary, unserious most of the time, three-fourths nuts, one-fourth human. Visit her blog.