Escape from the Spells

I strongly believe that I have to leave Cerok Tokun temporary, at least for a safe period. I am a coward, and not a saviour or Superman. You can go ahead to look down on me, but I do not intend to be kissed awake under the black spells of Gergamel.

I thus spent my whole Saturday morning wandering around at a swamp area.

I saw young mangroves rooting themselves and beginning the next stage of their life in the watery mudland. There were signs of new life.

And there were signs of active life in this mangrove swamp. The tiny holes in the second picture are homes for crabs. Other than mudskippers, billions of worms and invertebrates are also the common inhabitants over here. These organisms in turn feed various bird species that make their home in the foliage.

I saw no evil forces except the rule of the Nature.

And this Kingfisher is a common species over here. It always flies low in order to be visible, and more importantly, to make all the teasing to me noticeable. It is alright somehow or other.

This is always fine to me, as what Edith Wharton had said, "There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it." Anyway, I am one of the mirrors.

I shall show you my lifers in the next post. Stay tuned.