Kiltepan sunrise in Sagada, Mt. Province
His tears were like pearls falling from his eyes as he held me in his arms. Round and misty, they instantly turned into ice crystals before they even landed on the ground. But I no longer felt the warmth of his embrace.
I know it’s me, not him. Have I gone numb? I hope not. Of course, I will never be. My senses may have gone pale, but never what I feel.
This is the first time I’m going to Kiltepan, Sagada’s most famous summit. I might have been to Sagada a few times before, but I have never set foot in this part of the town for myriad excuses. I hate walking, for instance. I also hate crowds. O my second visit it was Valentine’s Day and couples from all over the country (fine, Luzon, at least) had set up their tents to watch the Kiltepan sunrise a la