The Blossom

In the midst of the fallen leaves and the blooming of gliricidia, Sanya lay with her hair spread over the ground. In her mind, she follow the trails of that motor, watching the clouds move. The breeze brought her the fragrance of the flowers in the gliricidia which she felt a resemblance to the cherry trees in the Chekhovian stories. It also took her to the day when she met him in the season and the blossoming strange feelings that made her search for that figure across the street.

Whilst she picks up the dry leaves and sticks that stuck on her hair as she lied down on the ground, sitting cross-legged she wonders, looking over the brooding clouds that loom upon her. Sanya says with time will come an answer and that would help her to be all that she imagines herself to be. She smiles at her minds playfulness, which brings that picture when she sense the fragrance of those flowers. Sanya awaits the departure of the storm after which there would be clear thoughts and with that clarity she could decide and dream of getting on to the chariot with him, the charioteer.

Sanya hopes to see the ray of light upon the brooding clouds and she clutch her fist firm and rise from the ground with a will to get hold of the kite that would cut itself it's string to fly high and vanish into the clouds of joy.