Dama de Noche

As soon as we turned the corner,

a strong, floral aroma welcomed us with arms wide open.

Familiarity and nostalgia crept up — surely it was her.

A single promenade brought my loved ones and I together right there and then.

It had to be her.

Indeed it was Dama de Noche herself — the intercessor.

Transporting us back to what felt like Baguio back in the day,

our hearts were swollen with hope and wonder.

That night, the starry sky was twinkling at us, and so were our misty eyes that were once gray.

That which cannot be explained transcends anything bound in space and time… beyond what one could possibly ponder.

It was none other than the Queen of the Night.

In that moment, we knew that everything will be alright.