Sharing our sun

I don't know now which came first: the old Rod Mckuen song that had been playing in my head for sometime or the bright afternoon of yesterday, no fog, no threat of rain. It only meant there was a great chance of catching a sunset from The Wee One's and my favorite point somewhere in Baguio. By 5:15 we were clambering up the steps to get to that special place.

We caught it, and how we did! Just as the weather person predicted, it set at 5:39 p.m.

Now we share our sunset along with the lyrics of "I'll Catch the Sun" by McKuen. This I first heard in college, and it never quite left me. I know how schmaltzy-waltzy it sounds now, but I still like listening to it, singing it and will have it playing again when I get to that sleep-inducing non-activity of tallying all the sunsets that went noticed and unnoticed, admired and taken for granted in my life.

Photos by Babeth Lolarga

I’ll catch the sun
And never give it back again
I’ll catch the sun
And keep it for my own.

And in a world where no one understands
I’ll take my outstretched hand
And offer it to anyone
Who comes along and tells me
He’s in need of love
In need of hope
Or maybe just a friend.

Perhaps, in time
I’ll even share my sun
With that new anyone
To whom I gave my hand.

(I’ll catch the sun
And never give it back again
I’ll catch the sun
And keep it for my own)

Perhaps, in time
I’ll even share my sun
With that new anyone
To whom I gave my hand.