The quarter moon brightly illuminates this pitch-dark night sky as I pass through the Welcome Arc of Benguet, guiding my way as I ascend to Baguio once more. I gaze at this bus window beside me as if admiring a portrait painted effortlessly on the heavens - wisps of cirrus clouds spread like beautiful stains on black canvas, partially hiding bejeweled stars that form what I think are the Ursa Major or the Cassiopeia and others twinkling around the brightly lit moon that cast eerie shadows on the mountains' summits.
They light my way on my journey despite the eerie shadows.
I shall never fear again.
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