The sea is hollering whilst my playground, the mountains, keeps calling. My recent Mt. Pulag climb was still a red letter day and surreal. As if the gods have agreed to give us great weather prior and during our climb. A blanket of starry sky on the night before of trek and a cool dainty surroundings on the day of ascend.
I wouldn't mind a long trek if the trails are the likes of Mt.Pulag's. All angles were worth capturing by camera.
At the summit, a breath taking scene of sea of clouds welcomed us while the seeping sunlight was steadily touching all the surrounding mounds including us, then suddenly it turned us golden. I ran out of words. My hands were frozen and my eyes were attached in total awe.
I just imbibed nature's magnificence right before me.
That moment, it seems I'm in a different world. Everything was just perfectly beautiful. That moment, I felt their presence -- the spirits, the guardians or whatever supernatural beings that resides the enigmatic land mass. That same moment, I played with the gods.
Mt. Pulag National Park, Benguet
November 2015
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