This was one of the Sunday morning. I whistled back while the Puffed-throated Babblers were singing the same old song. The cicadas continued calling in a loud noise; that occasionally attracted an unintended visitor like me. The only quiet scenes were the bright spots on the trees and on the ground.
I saw me and my shadow took turn to lead each other during the trekking.
And I met this caterpillar on the ground. “You are having a tough trip climbing up Cerok Tokun; I better go downhill.” It told me.
“You are right, but I can see more up there.” I replied.
“I agree. Let’s meet you there once I can fly.”