A Story

Beautiful moments are lovely but momentary, only pictures keep them until I get old. I can tell then what a wonderful time I have in all the mornings at Cerok Tokun. Trees do find their own way, they save these on their receptacles.

It is interesting to embrace beauty in many different ways, and every story starts from here.

But a story can be very messy when excitement is gigabytes in size, especially when a spider tries to help in an aggressive way.

Seeking light

And I found it kind of funny to go seeking "light" for the past two weeks in the jungle. I am certainly gifted with abundance.

But then, its presence is only "felt" when the morning light is sifted through the dense leaves, silhouettes are traced, and shadows are projected.

And this is the moment I see myself, and I am part of a story the rock will tell in the future.

Silent Talk

There were then some very busy weekends before start of Chinese New Year: touching up rusty parts of doors and window frames, cleaning up whole house, and putting up lanterns and other decorations.

Spider webs were cleared and spiders had been seen running away from me, but they were definitely psychologically imbalance if knowing I am showing pictures of cobwebs at Cerok Tokun.

These may not be quality photos, yet they show the beauty of light and shadows, and even a blurred image of rainbow.

I always enjoy this silence talk when I am inside the jungle.

Born Fighters

The dragons continued to fight when they were rotten. This was an issue of perspective and they thought they could fight forever, from deep under the sea, mounting the clouds in the sky, to coming down to earth. They thought they were good and born fighters.

The dragons were now locked in a face-off, and this might carry on as time goes by. That was why a passer-by like me could hike without worry.

Are there any born fighters? I was not told the answer.

But I saw a lonely one later on my hiking trail. Was it a winner of the fighting game?

A Short Note About A Morning

After a long night wait, sun rose to apply make-up on her face. Earth started a speedy joke, hence a slip of the hand made Cerok Tokun spotlighted.

Laughter was from the rustling noises among the leaves.

Except Puff-throated babblers continued to sing.