September 8, 2002
the cameron affair (vacation part two)
Listening to: the lobby crowd
Reading: nothing at the moment
Oh Cameron Highlands, the way you've graced my weekend!
You are quite literally, a breath of fresh air. My skin is still tingling as I freshly recall how, at the 360-viewing deck, the highest point the highest resort can offer, you assaulted my senses.
I remember when I opened the glass door to step out I felt
like I had to spin around, and I did so, arms outreached themselves wide open to the sky
and my lips part in a silent laugh.
Thank God no one was there.
I embraced you, and you were everywhere, all around me, whispering in my ear, playing with my hair, teasing the hem of my shirt and tickling my toes, flying past my fingertips yet never leaving.
I don't think I can forget that sensation.
What I saw of you from that view was a sight for sore eyes. Stretching lush hills! You wore all the green like I knew you would, in fact even better. You wore it for everyone to see, and I felt like staying up there all day just to watch you.