THERE IS NOTHING that is the most calming except that one day afternoon, about two hours before the sun goes down, you are in a small hedge on the edge of the rice fields. You sit around casually, while in front of you, as far as the eye can see, the green of nature stretches out against the lush trees of village boundaries, hills, and the horizon line.
The wind was breezing. Manually planted rice leaves in a straight symmetrical formation flow rhythmically making the green expanse before the eyes appear more sparkling in its perfect greenery. For example, the velvet cloth touched by all the softness of a mother's hand.
Covered all the existing calm. Inner and outer tranquility in the physical and mental spheres. You try to find the meaning of the word peace, they make up the true meaning of it. Or it may be redefining that the word peace should be understood as what you are currently experiencing.
You are famous in a no-frenzy atmosphere. The busyness that you experience at times like this is only limited to absorbing the energy that has gathered behind the natural green shade. Similar to meditation people. The ecstasy many times in self-indulgence.
The gurgling of water in the small grooves behind the hut. Birdsong. Windbreaker. While the clouds drifted and the tops of areca nut, palm, rice swayed politely, following the wind, which because it was so lonely it would make the mooniness on your body bristled, now, you are surrounded by a very, very drowsy feeling.
The calm that you previously lived deeply became a little disturbed. You got into a little fight; between submitting to the will of the body and falling asleep. Or fight drowsiness and meditation that makes you ecstasy many times to continue as before.
Arriving at this small issue, you come to fully understand. That sleepiness and the will to defecate are the same. There is no power whatsoever to allow you to endure it in a relaxed state. The green meditation that you were practicing on the small hedge at the edge of the rice field stopped.
You fell asleep immediately. You are lost in desolation. All the shade, peace, and serenity pervaded by the body and mind is replaced by mosquito bites when you are awake. The evening is coming to an end; maghrib threshold now.
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All photos attached in this article are captured by my handphone cameras. Taken at different places and moments. The first, third and fourth photos are of a place in Bener Meriah district, one of the famous highland areas in Aceh. While the second and last photos are of two less well-known tourist spots but have beautiful views around Aceh Besar district.
damn, that lake is so beautifull,
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Thank you for your support. My village is in Meureudu, one of the sub-districts in Aceh province.