Watery Wet

My best friend Q, shouted out that morning while I was having a hot (note: it’s hot, hotter than warm) bath. “Dita!!! It’s snowing outside!!” Suddenly, I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around my body then ran out to the nearest window.

There. I saw white sprinkles are falling from the sky. And from the night before, they are already there. The roof, the trees, the yard, the bicycles parked on the street side, all covered by white soft icy blanket.
Then I can almost hear the soundtrack of Oshin as a background. Kidding.

Call me a ‘villager’ or whatsoever. I don’t care. For I’ve been mesmerized by the first snow falling on Tokyo this winter. I know, it’s not the first snow on earth, but it is the first snow experience in my life.

Then we went out. In a little hurry, but I couldn’t stop my self from shouting gladly. Yes, I was so happy until I forgot to feel the chilly weather. I walked around and I like the watery sound my feet made when they stepped on the ground. I fell in love with the sound of snow hitting my umbrella as well.

This nature phenomenon is magnificent for me. The water formed flakes and once fell in the corner of my lips. I licked it. Chilly, but somehow I like the taste. On top of all, I like to feel them exist on earth, allowed us to have almost all white scenery. It is no different than the picture I had in mind here.

So, it is snow. The same water we drink everyday. Fascinated, I remember the turquoise blue sea I love with all my heart in Lampuu. Also the light rain I watched from the window class back then when I was in college. The notorious bunch fell from the rock in the height as well. And the same kind we had in Jakarta this early month as flood. And as I recall as things longing by the people in Caia.

The Almighty must have been a genius yet an artistic one to create such a various beautiful form of water.
And aren’t we, humankind, grateful enough to have respect for it?

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Totemo Daisuki

I love you for always be there at Sunday morning at 8 o’clock sharp.
You never miss one day, for more than 15 years.

I love you for always show your witty face and make a contagious happines for the people around you.
Especially me.

I love you for being unperfect.
Even a clever robot like you needs help sometimes.

I love you for making me keep on dreaming.
You are the creature from ‘someday’ and I know a lot is happening in ‘someday’.

I love you for teaching me to keep on trying.
Even sophisticated tools sent from the future don’t always make sure everything will run smoothly.

And I love you for letting me seeing you in your hometown.
See, you are the one who always convince me, dream on and make it happen.

Silently Beautiful Sun

The sun.

I always fascinated by her appearance. She can be silently beautiful, and inspire me infinitely.
And in the land of the rising sun, I found her sneaking out to the horizon, and smile at me.
So I started the day with high enthusiastism. And although I found her rather mild in this region, saw her presence but could not feel her warmth, I do sense that she is still a friend of mine. Best friend of mine.

I wanna be like you, sun. Giving your shine and be the energy. Positively.

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