She’s Like Mt. Mayon

Mt. Mayon

From where I stand, the contour of Mt. Mayon flaunts its conical perfection. It’s quite the same in every single angle — from east to west and north to south. I have seen other mountains on our way here which I thought to be the volcano, but the fallacy was instantly rectified the moment I witnessed Mayon’s sophistication. Continue reading “She’s Like Mt. Mayon”