Straddling
the top of Luzon, I hunched a shoulder against the cool breeze, stared in awe
at the vastness of what seemed like a well-maintained grassland, and see to it
to capture memories through photographs, in the hope to provide a valuable record
of how special such place is. I have been fantasizing about that moment and
the release of emotion that would accompany it, for many months. Right then and there, actually standing on the summit of Mt. Pulag, all the
struggle from that long shivery night just faded away. The view up there on top
was a beauty of truly monumental proportions. At that moment, I
could safely and selfishly say that nothing could come between me and those seas
of clouds cascading over the hills.
But
all good things must eventually come to an end. The sun was brightly shining
already, so we began to finally descend.
