|Along Alabang-Zapote Road|
Now I don't really experience that much traffic on my way home from work (unlike my mom and younger sister) since my "office" is just fifteen minutes away. I am spared from the agony of wanting to get home and throwing yourself on the bed but you can't because you're stuck in a car full of strangers, and the guy beside you smells like burned onions. I consider myself lucky for landing a job that's close to my house, but of course I need to go out into the world every once in a while and make my presence known. It's hard to see a silver lining in a traffic jam when you're inhaling exhaust smoke and your ass is hurting after hours of sitting on a car seat that can put a steel park bench to shame, but sometime there are things that made you wish that the cars would stop moving. This here is an example of such a thing.
I stared in awe for a moment before hitting the brakes - I almost crashed into the car in front of me - and took the opportunity to grab my camera from the backseat when I got to a stop light. I held my camera and took shots until I had to turn right at Concha Cruz, where I got stuck for a couple of minutes because some idiot thought he could get in without a sticker.
Yes, it's hard to be optimistic when you're stuck in traffic. But if I were to see something like this or maybe more magnificent than this, then I wouldn't mind staying put.