Being Far


It's Sunday morning in Pekan. Cold morning breeze kisses my bones softly. Last night it rained for hours. I woke up several times because it was too cold. My body aches because I slept sideways too long.

I am staring ahead at the green scenery. The air is so cold. So clear. So clean. It would be wonderful to wake up every morning to this.

Morning coffee, cold clean air, and I think I can work in peace.


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