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When I was a kid, somewhere in Ipoh, I remember the time when it rained that morning at school. When the rain stopped just before recess, I noticed puddles had formed almost everywhere under the huge yellow flame of the forest tree outside my classroom. Looking out of the window, I saw a different world outside.
It was as if I was transported to an enchanted world. Darn, was I this dreamy since little?...no wonder! But then again, I read a lot of Enid Blyton, you know....
Anyway, at break, I was the only girl wondering under that tree and standing at the edge of my now make-believed ponds - the puddles, of course. As I stared longer into the pond, I tend to see pretty images from its reflection. The branches of the tree seemed quite eerie though. The floating tiny yellow flowers were like fairies frolicking. Withering pods from a saga tree nearby, and the dripping water from the leaves above added scenes to my little pond. The gentle breeze that blew rippled the surface a bit. I was so enrapt in my reverie that I could not describe how easily amused I was. Nothing fancy, but these were the simple things that awed me and I was already taking in my surroundings seriously.
As I stoop lower, I could see my own reflection with two pony tails on each side of my head! But then I became frightened suddenly. I felt strange when out came the sun and the image of the clouds formed inside the pond resembled a very deep ocean. The sky dominated the whole pond and gave depth to it. When the water moved it was like waves and I imagined myself being pulled and was drowning. My quick thinking got me casting a broken twig I found lying nearby into the pond. All of a sudden my dreamland was gone.
And to this day, I still stop by any puddle I see and always catch a glimpse of the fluffy clouds in it. You should give a try too. Them clouds never fail to give me the chills like there's an ocean beneath my feet.
Now, where was I? Oh, yes...it's the sunshine that makes my day beautiful. But I'm wise you know, I wouldn't dare to go near the sun. I know, it will burn me. I'll stick to my moon because the moon is always there whether the sun is out or sets in. And it will rain again someday, I know... but I bet the rainbow will hang over the horizon after the rain. So, I'm not afraid. And you...don't have to be too.
"Just because you keep something a secret, doesn't mean it never happened, no matter how much you want it to be true..." - Jodi Picoult (Vanishing Act)