[Photo Journal/A-Z Photo Story Challenge] E is for Enjoyment in Boracay Philippines

It’s Tuesday again in our part of the world. Time for Frizztext’s A-Z Photo Story Challenge. Letter this week is E and so I share ‘Enjoyment’ in Boracay. It has been four years since I last visited Boracay. We used to do a yearly pilgrimage to this beautiful place when I was still living in Manila five years ago. Now that I am based in Singapore, I rarely find the time to visit. This is a much-anticipated seven-day vacation in one of the most beautiful beaches in the world. Enjoyment indeed.

Enjoyment in Boracay

“I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea —
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.” 
― Sara Teasdale

“When I walk down the beach and smell the salt water, hear the waves crashing against the shoreline, and feel the granular sand under my feet, I can’t help but realize why I’m here on this green earth” 
― Wendy Joubert, Sea Witch

“My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.” 
― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

“so that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again…” 
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.” 
― T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

He gave her a meloncholy smile. “If it’s any consolation, when I was growing up, I didn’t feel like I belonged here, either. I dreamed about going to New York. But it’s strange, because when I finally escaped this place, I ended up missing it more than I thought I would. There’s something about the ocean that just calls to me.” 
― Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song