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.