Rummaging through a box of memories, eager fingers flipping through a set of honeymoon photographs. Eyes sighted something green and sparkling. In an instant the heart ached with longing for carefree days spent frolicking on Coron’s emerald shores.
That untainted jewel cocooned in a cluster of islands down south of my native land. Nostalgia echoed on my bedroom walls. Of crispy laughters reverberating under Asian sun.
The mind wandered back pining for that bright morning, hiking up that volcanic mountain to swim in that verdant lake, in that green soup where swallows dip to quench their thirst at four in the afternoon.
Yearning now intensely, for cool waters caressing the skin while snorkeling in that secret cove, Twin Lagoon it is called, where salt and lake water meet painting mirages for creatures underneath.
Sighing, wishing to go diving and swimming with those kaleidoscopic school of fishes playing around a maze of brightly hued coral gardens. So ornate and splendid, a surreal world so exquisite, an encounter with mermen and mermaids would not be impossible at all.