it is 2 am in yogyakarta. i’m making a cup of kahwa (kashmiri style tea) and half done packing my things for my first flight to bali after three long years in a few hours time. the tickle of embarking for another journey always reach you in the stomach. that little butterfly which is near to the feeling of falling in love.
i revisited the southern sea beach area two weeks and a half ago. no camera. no photos. i just want moment and memories. amazing moment and memories did happen. and i felt that i’m washed away in the wave of the southern beach and renew my breath.
i revisit myself. revisit all my journey and the love of the southern beach beauty. i found i still smile at myself. at a period that beauty retains all its meaning. all the sanctuary places always worth to come again. memories of beauty does not really change.
C, who i shared this journey with said “the best thing in life that we treasure are the moment that we let go of ourselves.” and we happily did.
thank you, C. for sharing the journey, where my memory of beauty healed.