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Sailing on the islands of Zambales…

When the boat started it’s trail to our island destination. There was a bout between the sound of the engine roar lulling me to sleep. And the beauty that surrounds me.

I'm falling in love with the turquoise and aqua and coral blues!

I’m falling in love with the turquoise and aqua and coral blues!

The turquoise bluish sea, which makes me wonder what lies beneath.

Can I jump?

Can I jump?

That in my wild imaginings, if not for the other members of our group or if we have the boat all on our own, I have this wild imaginings of jumping on the water and feel the ocean floor with my bare feet, I imagine myself walloping back, struggling for my breath to surface myself out of the water. And while during my ascend,   my eyes would revel all that I can under. I am also pretty sure the boat man will assist me if my jumping to the water will come to them as a surprise. =)

The least I could do is dip and squish my feet on the water while the boat is running. Though the wondering as to how deep it is, remains a mystery to me. Not even the boat men who had spent all their lives in the sea could not fathom as well nor give me the nearest equation.

It felt great. and soon the others are already doing it..

It felt great. and soon the others are already doing it..

The waves are enticing too, the way they shine, like crystals, almost like diamonds, when the sun starts kissing them while they prance with the wind.

Shining, shimmering, splendid...

Shining, shimmering, splendid…

The parallel view of the pines, the pinkish tone of bonggavillas and the lush extending to the foot of the ocean shore.

The seemingly endless mountain ranges that sits quietly looking at us from a distance, almost touching the cotton-like skies in white and blue.

Mountain ranges..

Mountain ranges..

The rock formations that looks the same for some, while I see them unique from each other. My soul sis exposed me to it’s grandiose and beauty and had an appreciation of it years ago. Each formation is like welcoming us to stop over and grasp its’ allure.

Stunning rock formations..

Stunning rock formations..

Can't get enough of them during our sailing...

Can’t get enough of them during our sailing…

Unique in their own ways..

Unique in their own ways..

Witnessing all these, without a wink, I chose the latter. For it reminds me a kind of peace from within. They reminded me of God.