I sat on the roof of the house with my Niko in hand as the sun starts to set, painting the horizon with shades of orange, red, yellow and gray. Back in the days, whenever my parents bring my siblings and I to Baguio City (Philippines) for our summer vacation, even up until I was in university, we get to enjoy the sunset here just from the garden. Not only is the sunset amazing each time, we enjoyed looking at the river below (which until now I am unsure which river that is) glistening with the fading rays of the setting sun and the glow of fishermen’s torches as they prepare to sail out to the South China Sea. With neighbors now aplenty, so are the number of structures around us. We then have to climb up the roof for that perfect view, unfortunately, no more fishermen’s torches in view.
I woke up to one February morning with a nagging feeling to pick up my Niko and head out for an early walk. A stirring feeling, not even the chilly temperature, could hamper me from jumping off bed.
A muffled yellow-orange hue painted the horizon with scattered gray clouds hanging by greeted me as I stepped out of the house. The place was nice and quiet, except for the sound of chirping birds, crowing roosters, a barking dog, flowing water on the side of the house and a passing public bus.
Few meters walk from my parents house is this awe-inspiring scenery. I remember getting down here before when I was a kid to watch my parents help during harvest time while nibbling on young rice grains, locally called (k)utim or (k)ut-timan. Even I was surprised why I have not visited this place for ages.
Just when I thought I was early to catch the sunrise, the dew-wet mud dike showed dog’s footprints! Oh well, it was nice to have shared the beauty before me…and I would like to share it with you too!