Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue & grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch trees & daffodils,
Catch breeze & winter chills,
In colors on snowy linen land.
It was a beautiful night; sky cloudless and full of stars as the moon shone brightly as ever. Surprising no one was out in this kind of night except, a girl who was walking down the hill with her bare feet. She walked quickly without any hesitation, as she knew her direction so well by heart. She just like any ordinary girl; wearing a sarong that covered up to her ankle, a plain blue female shirt and black shawl wrapping her shoulders. For tonight, she let down her hair just to feel the night breeze whispering in her hair.
As she arrived at the foot of the hill, she stopped abruptly to watch her surrounding. It was anything than ordinary. To her north, a serene blue lake with reflection of the bright full moon and the shimmering shinning stars shone brightly on the surface (it was like another sky appear from the water). Across the lake, there were rows and rows of unknown trees (she never saw these trees near her place before). Around and underneath her bare feet, it was a field: stretching beyond her eyes, full of little wild white flowers that just peeking to bloom to their fullness. For her it was the most beautiful place she ever knew, but tonight it was a bit colder than usual. She tightened her black shawl that wrapped her shoulder.
She looked just over her left shoulder, she saw what — who — she was looking for; a silhouette of a man leaning on a big boulder, looking at the bright moon. She knew he always there just like any of their meeting. She walked slowly toward him — even she felt dreaded to leave the beauty of the lake behind her.
"Hi, you're early today," said the girl as she sat down cautiously on the smaller boulder, just opposite the man. He looked at her and answered, "I always early." Although his face was a bit hidden by the shadow of the boulders surrounding them, she knew he was smirking. She glared at him as she turned her head looking at the moon.
"No. You're not. Remember two meetings ago you were really late that I thought you …"
"I had duty to attend. I've told you that," he cut her words. He didn’t like to give further explanation. Once said and done, was always his way.
"Yes. I remember.”
She glared at him before she looked at the lake.
He knew it was time to stop even though he loved to provoke her once in awhile. She just liked little balsam that ready to burst its seeds when people jabbed with their finger.
She sat quietly. It was her way to cool down before she could handle anymore conversation with him. He tried to watch her expression before he could speak again with her. This was one of their many fights. Well nothing physical just verbal but now he knew how to deal with it.
There was a silent as nobody wanted to speak first.
"So how's your day?" asked the man just to break the awkward silent between them.
"We're busy with the harvest. The raining season will be approaching soon…."
Then their conversation took off from one topic to another incoherently. They always talked like the first argument never happen at all. The field now filled with their voice and laughter.
After few hours of talking, she suddenly heard another voice faintly from afar, "Wake up. The sun just rose."
