I woke up to one February morning with a nagging feeling to pick up my Niko and head out for an early walk. A stirring feeling, not even the chilly temperature, could hamper me from jumping off bed.
A muffled yellow-orange hue painted the horizon with scattered gray clouds hanging by greeted me as I stepped out of the house. The place was nice and quiet, except for the sound of chirping birds, crowing roosters, a barking dog, flowing water on the side of the house and a passing public bus.
Few meters walk from my parents house is this awe-inspiring scenery. I remember getting down here before when I was a kid to watch my parents help during harvest time while nibbling on young rice grains, locally called (k)utim or (k)ut-timan. Even I was surprised why I have not visited this place for ages.
Just when I thought I was early to catch the sunrise, the dew-wet mud dike showed dog’s footprints! Oh well, it was nice to have shared the beauty before me…and I would like to share it with you too!