In the morning I saw from the bedroom window, the dark night gradually disappeared into light. I went to the yard to breathe fresh air. "Lucky for me, I can still see the horizon on this sunny morning," The breeze that shook the leaves of the coconut trees in the rice fields near where I was located, felt cold to the bone.
So it wasn't long before I returned to the post and got ready to go about my routine. After breakfast, I rushed to a village along the asphalt road. As far as the eye can see, the road is surrounded by beautiful plants that cool road users, winding and passing through rice fields. Until I finally arrived at my destination. I saw a typical rural landscape when I walked the road there. My eyes are fixed on a fairly wide and long road that has not been touched by asphalt or is still in the form of dirt. On the edge there is an area of rice fields that stretches green and is flanked by a river. People passing by carrying agricultural tools to the fields through the road looked friendly, when I tried to say hello. The sound of the shower running, the birds chirping, the sheep in the middle of the road, and the wind blowing through the trees there. As if singing welcome my arrival.
