Yesterday, the could hanging trough the sky. all kind of cloud. the small ones,the big ones. Shaped in all kind of things possible. You could play with your imagination once you look upon the sky. I can’t take such privilege though. Due to my means of transportation, I should take a very careful thoughts to the street so I won’t be crashing while look at the sky. hehehe…

 By the way, the cloud also hang in my eyes. It’s getting blur each time I remember my husband. He’s living in Pati while I stay in Semarang. To be away is hard and to be separated once we’re together is harder. But do I have a choice at the moment? Nothing. So there’re clouds hang in my eyes, ready to fall as ticks of tears. Call me cry baby, call me whatever. I just want to tell the world about what I feel at the moment where even the voice of my hubby cannot wipe  up the cloud in my eyes. Ssssshh…..!

Enough for the cloud, yesterday when I returned from my hubby’s home I took aride on a bus. Where I saw such magnificent thing (for me), I saw the wind swirling in the air carrying sands from the street. Swirl, swirl, swirl and drop the sand some meters away from its former place. Don’t you think it’s beautiful?