Love is in the air

What is a little bug looking for by a weed flower? It may not be nectar because it is neither a bee nor a butterfly.

What is it looking for by a weed flower? It may not be a macro shot because it is neither Rainfield nor a blogger.

What is it searching up and down? It never talks to the weed flower.

It keeps wandering and wandering around.

I can't wait to tell love is in the air, only to unseal it from the fern leaves.

Eyes

"The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than imagination awake."

My pupils were dilated to see the trail under the moon. Dark moving figures, near or far, tall or short, were coming toward or going away from me. The darkness was saturated, and people kept silent. I could not hear the babblers chirping.

Only the raindrop was willing to tell layers of story through its startling bright eye, but I had the feeling those were related to a reptile. The forked tongues were hidden, though not completely.

My pupils started to contract when the moon had disappeared. There were actually more to see. And I always saw Dusky Leaf Monkey stayed very quiet atop some trees. Very tame, yet so very confused.

It must have awaken fully.

More and Less

I like to go hiking very early in the morning, just to witness Cerok Tokun waking up, so are the babblers, the brooks and many others. Every step I take, the nearer I am with the tranquil and beautiful nature.

I am not an eagle that soars sky high, but each of my simple dreams does have wings to fly. They fly around the trees, sing along with the birds, skimming the surface of the water and dive into the undergrowth.

Yes, these little critters are neither an eagle but they do enjoy their own life.

Happiness is simple; the less we ask for the more we get.

The first one or the second

It is always true that the early bird gets the worm, but only the second mouse gets the cheese. Failing to be the former, we lost the worm, but the consequence of being the first mouse is fatal, yet this unlucky one is a must in order to get the story started.

When to be the first one or the second is crucial which I need to consult the woods, or to observe the comings and goings, in the jungle.

A short Note

Just a very short note today to tell that I am fine and still present in the blogosphere. Twenty four hours a day is a little short for a tired-me recently.

But it is always good to be busy with something, rather than lying down for nothing, and to be blown away in the next moment.

Lifes in the Wild

The nature is still beautiful while I am hiking in Cerok Tokun.

My huff and my puff are utterly trivial to be felt, everyone continues to live in peace and tranquility.

This is truly a blessed ordinariness and is marked here and there, though most of us never bother to know, and being taken for granted for most of the time.

When the earth starts to huff and puff, and the ordinariness turns into a disaster, the last tsunami may be the last one that we count as another evidence of global weirding.

Relaxing

What else can be better than lying down lazily, stretching your hands and legs to enjoy the day?

What else can be even better than getting free food while lying down?

What else can be better than watching all these happen in front of me?

This is simply the joys of a simple life.

Rendezvous

Nothing seemed to bother this couple of ants. They were having a private moment away from the crowd, that was very strange as to the behavior of ants.

They stuck to each other for a long while. They looked quiet but might not be actually the case, though they never talked and shouted like us.

I tried and always wanted to make my own judgement, thinking that was not right to have a private meeting. I separated them but they came back.

They hid underneath a piece of leaf in the first place, hoping that they were not seen. Somehow we met each other along our journey that they could not know earlier.

I went passed the intersection point. They stayed.

Mushroom With A Mustache

I met a funny-looking mushroom in Cerok Tokun this morning: it grew a white mustache! I would want to know the reason on this extra-ordinary phenomenon.

"Every great man has a mustache." It answered with a broad grin.

That seemed not to be a good answer to me, so I poked and pried further, "Really?"

"Don't you think I am as sexy as Santa?"

I touched my smooth chin thinking of quoting someone greater. I gave up after a quick thought.

A daydream did make the mushroom feeling very high.

I Saw Blue

Time is a good teacher. The ladybird accepted the fact that she never owned any black spots finally.

If there was a color to describe her mood, blue certainly was the one, and these blue and blues grew, spread and submerged her in the end.

What a little bug's life.

Where Were The Black Spots

A ladybird found that her black spots were all gone after awakening from a dream. Someone must have stolen them, or they had been washed away by the heavy downpour last night.

She had nobody to ask. Could those charming black spots fall over the edge of the leaf?

She saw nothing except a dirty puddle on the ground.

Her black spots disappeared out of nowhere.

That was the problem of this little beetle: she admired the black spots so much so she owned them in her dream.