I longed to sleep under the stars again, with nothing but the canopy of trees between me and the skies. It's a privilege to experience it again in Anawangin. Even lacking sleep, I have to pinch myself waking up several times during the night as I brush away the small crabs that crawl across me and realign myself on my sleeping bag, looking contentedly at the stars peeking through the pine trees, hearing the lapping of waves on my left, the rustling of leaves on top of me, and the hooting of nocturnal animals to my right. This is bliss, indeed.
I longed to sleep under the stars again, with nothing but the canopy of trees between me and the skies. It's a privilege to experience it again in Anawangin. Even lacking sleep, I have to pinch myself waking up several times during the night as I brush away the small crabs that crawl across me and realign myself on my sleeping bag, looking contentedly at the stars peeking through the pine trees, hearing the lapping of waves on my left, the rustling of leaves on top of me, and the hooting of nocturnal animals to my right. This is bliss, indeed.
