Last night I was at one of the Jakarta thousand islands. I rode the bike slowly, letting my face tickled by seashore breeze. Parked the bike near a small pier, left unused by most fishermen here.
The water was turquoise at day, but it was sparkling so beautiful that night. Mesmerizing was understated, together with the wind they could blaze my anger, sadness and loneliness away.
I looked up to the sky, wondering why the water was sparkling beautifully. Enchanted once again, I saw a bright and dazzling moon framed by thin night clouds.