little things and bits of thoughts at mount pulag


the moon shines softly on the curves of the mountain. the clear night sky is sprinkled with numerous stars but venus and mars glow more brightly on the skydome. it is 05:00hrs and the temperature is freezing below zero. but i embrace the cold. a few more minutes and the show will start: the golden sun will rise in a sea of white, fluffy clouds across the horizon. and nothing will prepare me of its grandness. this is what mount pulag is known for: a playground of the gods.