And this is the time Cerok Tokun puts on some bright makeup. I find her so pretty; I must be the same in her eyes. Yet I am filthy soaked, and can be mistaken as its own species by a fly, especially when my murmur comes to no end.
I am then a filthy but handsome old man; so contradictory.
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.”
Ants have only Monday, yet I enjoy hiking every weekend. Is this what we call civilization?
I always stop here and there for pictures of the nature. I can see ants moving around to count the number of flowers. One of the ants I found this morning seemed very excited; its number counted in this morning must be as more as my blog traffic flow within two years time.
Is this a sign of evolution of ants? And will they go hiking and have their blog in the future?
I went hiking with my wife last Sunday; this was rare. Thus she asked what I had captured when stopping near a tree. I told her it was a gecko. I told her I took pictures of a babbler after catching up with her again.
I told her half of the truth.
(We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty and charm. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open).
I never told her the other half:
You see, these critters looked at me with their eyes wide open and without hesitation. I must be very special.
