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.
The girl beside me kept reading the Goblet of Fire—or maybe The Deathly Hallows, tried to be patient while she was separated with her boyfriend which was sitting at another row. Of course, I was pleased, since mine sat right next to me, tried to keep him busy by taking each turns to read Time Magazine or The Economist. Sometimes he got frustrated and whispered to himself, about how worried he was of the future of The United States after the election was over.
Me, oh, please do not ask. I was stuck in the middle from those intelligent people and decided to kill the time, watched some silly movies, including Big Hero and The Secret Life of Pets. Seven more minutes, until the sign of ‘fasten the seat belt’ turned on, I saw the green land from the small window next to that girl.
Here we arrived, at the place where we’ve dreamed about, where we’ve always anticipated it every single day.
I took almost 50 photos every day. 5% I’ve shared it to the social media, 50% I sent them to my parents, and for the rest, I kept it in my memory.
It was nice, for sure, to meet those beauties of nature and all the greens that I love. Just like how I pictured Indonesia in my mind, this place reminded me of home, similar but much more organized. Nothing to tell much since I could not describe it as my eyes shut—to travel back at that time. It is just all about the beauty; green mountains, blue ocean, violet of the sunset and the sky, even the sculpture of the shadows from the buildings nearby.
Day one, we let us to release our excitement by covering our feet with the sand. It was almost dark, but still pretty, just like one of Bob Ross’s painting, everything was just like an art.
That was what we’ve expected, and what we deserved to.
This post is also published as part of participation of Daily Post Photo’s Challenge “Anticipation” : An image of something you hope to have one day, or something that was worth the wait.
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“