My curiosity is beckoning me. Making me imagine stepping on your doorstep on one cold foggy morning. The mist is so thick that I could hardly see a few steps ahead of me. But not so far I could already feel the sun’s rays slowly peaking behind the lazy clouds. Its numerous hands are slowly stretching out to welcome me with wide open arms.
I wonder how you look up close. How will I kill time just roaming around in your quiet streets. Will someone be asking for my name? Or will I be asking somebody else’s name instead?
I want to see how you greet each sunrise. And how you welcome those who call you their home for the first time. I’d like to think that they would be thinking of going back again and again to you, happy in the thought that they can find a solemn place amidst their busy lives.
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I am not much of a foodie, but of course my tummy would also love to have its own adventure after spending a day trekking with you. I have tasted apple pies and gobbled down numerous mango pies. But I hear that lemon pie calling my name! Now, my mouth is beginning to water.
I ponder on how you let tired souls rest and lead them back to the heavens. Do you let them sleep under the world or they are literally staring up in the heavens?
I couldn’t wait to dip my tired muscles in the rushing water falls of yours! Just thinking about it makes me want to pack my bag now and just go.
Will that valley reverberate back my words? When I shout I love you, will you echo back the sweet words…I love you too?
I can’t wait to be with you.
I can’t wait to see you.
I can’t wait to feel you.
I can’t wait to make a connection with you.
