Knitting in the small loggia. It is extremely chilly. The sky is as gray as an airplane wing, and it hasn't stopped drizzling since the morning. I prefer to be out here, however, and not in a warm place. I am reminded of my first ferry boat ride to Marinduque, when the weather was also like this out at sea. Sitting on the deck, I felt like I was looking out onto the beginning of time, and conversing with strangers about the mythology of Marinduque made everything a magical experience.