But I never paid the slightest attention to it since my face has always been glued to my phone. A slave chained to emails and other business agenda.
“Channeling a triumphant spirit seemed overrated and out of place then. But the thing that recovered me from the throes of fatigue and a dubious sense of fulfillment was the sight of Tinipak River.”
“Though my office colleagues are one of the most intelligent people you’ll encounter, they also thrive in the sleaziest and darkest façade of humor with the attention span of a fruit fly.”
“As if on cue, the proverbial gym rat scurried to the scene and bit me. And I need not be recuperated anytime soon.”
Finally, we reached the summit. And there it was. An impressive sea of clouds that can provoke one’s insane poetic self to jump right through it. Heart first. Careless of the abyss. It was truly that beautiful.
Imagine waking up on top of a mountain with the sea breeze kissing your face. Reminding you of last night’s starry encounter. Summon all your senses, please.