Memory by Jemuel Satumba
I can still vividly remember the sound of leaves and grass rustling in the wind at Mt. Daraitan. It was like something would take your breath away everywhere you’d look. Funnily enough, I also saw carabaos in the area, and you’d just wonder how they got there. Did they swim across or did some locals bring them in on boats?
Mount Daraitan, Lalawigan ng Rizal, Philippines