Woke up at 3am. Son left for work at 5am. I watered the plants and swept the yard a few minutes ago. It seems the clock’s hands are moving too slow, it’s not even 6am. I wanted to go back to bed but I love the feel of the cold February morning on my face. Maybe it is another perfect time to write a few words here.
I’m cleaning my document files of unwanted downloads and pictures that I have already saved to my hard drive, then I saw this, a shot I took of our place the last time I went home more than four years ago. A nostalgic longing, a trip down memory lane. It’s actually a narrow road leading to our place in the province, a single lane for cars.
I miss this place. Several years ago, this was just a dirt road which was not accessible to cars but it is now cemented. We live in a higher place than the town proper. It is actually overlooking the whole town but what I love most about it is the vast expanse of green, bamboos gently swaying on the roadside and when you reach the top, the green rice fields are a feast for the eyes. I grew up here and it was my home until I graduated from grade school. The house is old and small but the garden is vast.
The countryside brings you back to old but not forgotten days of childhood. You smile at the thought of visiting it again, once more to commune with nature, to see old folks at home and to renew acquaintance with the place where the sun rises early and bright and the night holds a certain magic because back there, the stars are brighter. If only for the quiet and peaceful feel of the place, I would love to go back.
I am having a second cup of coffee while watching our three dogs frolicking in the garden. It’s a simple life but happiness abounds.