Writing 101 Day 2: A Room with a View
Today’s Prompt: If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?
Today’s twist: organize your post around the description of a setting.
The freezing, cold wind blows through me. All I can see below my feet is a sea of clouds. The sun rises and bright light of yellow, orange, and red magically explodes revealing mountain peaks that extend beyond infinity.
This is what it’s like to be on top of the third highest mountain in the Philippines, Mt. Pulag. I’ve been there twice and it’s a place that is always worth returning to. I love hiking and climbing mountains. That explains my huge calves made bigger because of all the walking. I wish to be there again or climb any mountain for that matter.
I better explore them now while they’re still there. Because sooner or later, man would cut down the trees, flatten the mountains, build structures and roads. They would call it tourism. They say it’s good for the economy. It generates jobs. It promotes the area. But who benefits really?
I’m an Igorot, a group of indigenous people hailing from the mountains. Maybe that explains my affinity to the earth. City dwellers sometimes refer to Igorots as uncivilized and it’s a term of ridicule referring to someone who is dark and dirty. I don’t understand people, educated ones at that.
I look out the window. I’m the midst of the civilized. All I see are tall buildings. The noise of cars and people talking drown out the soft whisper of the wind, or a bird calling if there’s any.
I close my eyes. Searched my memory and went back to the sea of clouds.