Golden light shines through the closed window.
My kitchen with the lights off, a symbolic reminder that no matter how dark it gets, there will always be light to guide us, especially in trying times.
Bananas from Kuya Ricky, our neighbourhood street vendor who sells produce like vegetables, fruits, meat, and fish. I have a new sense of gratitude for Kuya Ricky, an unlikely frontliner in this pandemic.
Our neighbourhood ice cream vendor continues to roam the streets despite the lockdown. The ring his bells make gives a much-needed sense of normalcy during strange times.
A nylon bag I ignored before the lockdown is now my new favourite subject.