as the shadow lit the colors around, as it revealed the form of a picture.
We watched the sun went down together. Suddenly became paralysed by its warmth. He said nothing, me neither. Sank in deep thoughts and tough, drowned into a heaped of past and lasts.
…and I started to count, very softly through my breath, as the light slowly went down, showing the shape of the island which was hiding beneath.
1, 2, 3 ….
“Tak ada satu hal pun tanpa bayang-bayang, kecuali terang itu sendiri.”
— Pramoedya Ananta Toer, Child of All Nations.
Some say dark is the most beautiful thing, some also fear to be left by the light. Frightened, insecurity, sorrow—they live in the darkness, with the shadow shrouds their back, haunts them like the Angel of Death.
It is sad, for some people. But there is always a good thing.
In this week photo’s challenge, show us tiny. Capture something at a smaller scale.
I, normally, am not a huge fan of sweets. But those little ones always remind me of my little sister. She said that the sweet one would boost her mood, to be much happier and full of excitement.
I bought it only for decoration on our fall-alike dining table—even though a “big bear” always steals it at the end. But it is nice to have it there, with those colors mix up with the flowers and candles.
In response of Daily Post’s Photo Challenge: “Tiny“
Sometimes, I feel that I am too much different. Living in another land makes me feel like a stranger; body and soul are detained, shrunk along the cold air in the winter. One, is able to raise me from all unnecessary thoughts, is tanah air. I just need to take a moment to look at some portraits: Kuningan, Cirebon, Jakarta, Bali. All those beauties, hustle and bustle, immediately disassembles the wall of dread and loneliness. Tanah air is my other half, my sunlight and the moonlight.