Somewhere over the Pacific, I lost track of time. The flight from Manila to Seattle stretches longer than anything I’ve ever done — physically, emotionally, spiritually. The lights in the cabin are dimmed now, most passengers asleep under flimsy blankets, but I’m still awake. It’s hard to sleep when your heart is this full —…
I boarded the early flight from Cebu to Manila with a quiet heart. No crowds, no noise — just the thrum of the aircraft engine and the heavy silence of my thoughts. The plane took off gently, as if it knew my emotions were still fragile. I watched Cebu shrink from the window, the shoreline…
Mactan-Cebu International Airport is beautiful in the early hours — quiet, clean, almost sacred in its stillness. The usual rush of travel feels softened here, like the world is giving me a moment to breathe before I leap. I sat near a window overlooking the tarmac. Planes taxied by, their engines humming like lullabies of…
Airports are strange little worlds, aren’t they? Between gates and terminals, time feels suspended. As I sit by this wide window in Cebu City, I can see the sun dipping behind the hills, casting this golden purple light across the tarmac. It’s beautiful in a way I didn’t expect — quiet and still, like the…