Mount Makiling on the island of Luzon in the Philippines is a dormant volcano, though it is classified as potentially active.
Legends surrounding the mountain relates to Maria Makiling, which is said to be the ‘guardian’ of the mountain. The contour of the mountain is said to be that of her in a reclining position. [Wikipedia]
The Paco Park in Manila was originally built as a cemetery, started in 1807 during Spanish colonial times.
The cemetery was designed as a circle, surrounded by thick adobe walls, the top of which have become pathways for promenades.
It features a chapel, itself round in design.
Today it is a public park and a popular venue for weddings.
May your day be rich with flavor
Your worries light as foam
And may you walk with a smile on your lips.
I was bound to wander from home
Stranger to whatever I’d awaken to
Spun the wheel, took a shot in the dark
One way ticket and a runaway heart…
Through the neon doorways
Down the stony streets I fell
All hands high side, all eyes erect, I follow
Sailing shadows, reds and blues
– Boz Scaggs
Sittin’ here resting my bones
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone, listen
Two thousand miles I roam
Just to make this dock my home, now
I’m just gon’ sit at the dock of a bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay
– Otis Redding
– Light or radiance remaining in the sky after the sun has set. (Oxford dictionaries)
– Sense of fulfillment, completeness, and general wellbeing that one feels after the effects of a psychoactive drug have faded. (Urban dictionary)
– The mildly euphoric feeling experienced after a pleasurable experience. (Wiktionary)
Amsterdam is a city of many facets. It literally offers all the kinds of afterglow mentioned above.
Whatever one’s pleasure, the canals offer something for everyone. Just catching sight of the dusk reflecting on them is enough to give me a high.
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
– Francis William Bourdillon