a clandestine beauty

I discovered a small path uphill – like a secret garden I’ve dreamed about, and a long lost book title I had never had the chance to read. 

As my eyes transfixed by the sight before me, I ceased looking behind – as if it had been concealing this beautiful place from my gaze.

The discovery started through a concrete cobby bridge. It was noon, and the sun was on its journey to the west. The sun rays pierced through the majestic branches and leaves. 

The splendid scenery of the hill was separated by a vast valley and river beneath it.

But, the rays continued to enlighten the rocky pathway, as if pleased me to go up. 

Thoroughly, this transpicuous nature made the scenery vivid. 

On the top, I stopped there to enjoy the luminous light reflected by the leaves. The melody of singing birds in the sky and chirping crickets in the undergrowth – two separated places united in two musical harmony. 

The sky – half cloudy and bright, never stopped giving its blessing to this Earth I stepped on.

The wind – throwed my hairs delicately to my face from the hill, greeted its farewell.

The grandiose rays gave me its last heavenly picturesque, with its bridge like in an afterlife lore.

Place: Dau, Malang, East Java, Indonesia