SIMPLY (t)RAVELLING

I Dream of Samosir

 

Two weeks had passed since my last write up about Samosir. Many had happened during those time – I’d been to several interesting places if not caught up with my menial day-to-day life; the reason why this blog wasn’t updated at the pace it should be. Other time saw me staring blankly for hours at my computer screen, fallen deep into the bottomless abyss of a writer’s block unable to find the best word to illustrate the beauty of Samosir and its people. I’ve left part of me there leaving an empty hole inside my heart, an emptiness that I fail to describe.  If any, the rock-bottom spirit and the lack of time (if not my lame excuses) are the main contributors of this backlog. For the sake of this entry and the next, I tried hard to reminisce over those beautiful moments I had there, but words seemed to inexplicably slip my waning mind. The two months lapsed after I returned home from Medan had completely turned those bitter-sweet memories into some ephemeral dream, if not for these photos of mine. A careless bunch of photos that I took during my journey are now the only evidence that I was there. In a beautiful dreamland. And I wasn’t dreaming.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

  

  

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 p/s: Untuk adik-adikku di Tanah Toba,  ini kakak titipkan foto-foto buat tatapan kamu. Semoga kamu ceria selalu. Terima kasih atas kenangan itu.

 

 

 

 

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They’re really saying I love you.

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

- ‘What A Wonderful World’ by Bob Thiele and George David Weiss