Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Malaysia Chronicles Five: The Soothing Rhythm of a Bus Ride

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Sitting by the bus window through which I can freely gape at the world, I was lulled by the sameness of the landscape as we traveled northwards to Penang. The oil palm trees stood like soldiers in formation, erect and unmoving against the brilliant azure of a picture-postcard sky. The countryside was motionless and unchanging, and as I gazed at its calm beauty a sense of gladness came over me--like a lovely warmth that stole through my body. The bus moved in a soothing rhythm along the expressway: it stayed in motion, but my heart was quiet and my mind still.

9 comments:

Agnes said...

Beautiful :-)

Angeli said...

thanks, Agnes. :D

Anonymous said...

beneath the quiet heart and still mind, you look like you are having an orgiastic party with sean connery!

exquisitely written!

Angeli said...

oh yeah. a sean connery who succumbed to the soporific effect of the bus ride.

thanks, honey. :)

Angeli said...

peace! :)

kayni said...

wow

Loree said...

Angeli, your words are so poetic and beautiful I think you should write a book

Amelia said...

nice!! ;)

Angeli said...

thanks! :)

loree, unstranger has told me the same thing. maybe in the future... hahahaha

 
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