Not Just Passing By Baguio

Baguio City

Even with a little hangover, I forced myself to get up earlier than usual on Christmas day to turn off the fan. It was cold.

I had to get my first cup of Benguet’s finest. And in the middle of my musings over coffee, I must have decided I wanted more of the cool air for twelve hours later, I found myself adjusting my seat on a bus bound for Baguio.

Afternoon Rain and Christmas

Oh, afternoon rain! How easily you dampen my clothes. Yet, how fast you can lighten my heart.

Christmas is still the most festive season of the year.
It would be a shame to shut it out while you stare at its colors.