The gurgling waterfall at the foot of the hill, it flew down enthusiastically. The swinging leaves swarm on tree branches, they danced hand in hand. The wind blew away among the paddy shoot–which grain was still rare. That morning, in Harau valley, West Sumatra, accompanied by a glass of Teh Tahlua (traditional beverage made of tea mixed with half boiled egg and sugar) I yawned once in a while to hold the drowsiness. I did nothing but just sat enjoying this self isolation, away from anything. Electricity, technology and its products were paralyzed during the whole day, leaving us and the nature interaction…
