Once upon a time...

In a faraway land.

I was awakened by the crowing of a rooster early in the morning. The rooster that my beloved grandfather kept behind the house.
And then slowly lifted my body out of the warm bed.
This morning we have an appointment with my grandmother to go to the rice field.

The long walk from home to the rice field, a distance of five hundred meters, made my heart beat faster.
Because that was the journey, like every other time.

Before leaving the house.
I didn't forget to grab my trusty camera and put on my uniform, a suit with my favorite boots.
And also lost the main equipment for this trip.





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Upon reaching the rice fields, the rice stalks greeted us with
their swaying and waving in the wind.
The mist was no less welcoming, greeting us with
waves of air and cool mist from the ground.
Not wanting to miss out, I took out my camera and started taking pictures.

I slowly walked behind my grandmother along the ridge of the field, taking pictures as I went.
I greeted Aunt Sri and Uncle Son on their sporty green tractor,
who were heading to the farm to do what they love.
Time passed slowly and leisurely.

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My heart gradually smiled, as if telling me it loved this place. Take me here again.

I thought of the saying, "It doesn't matter where you go, it matters who you go with." On this journey, I embarked with one of the most important people in my life. Our conversations were few, but the silence was filled with warmth.

I don't know what defines a journey. Is it riding a train from Bangkok to London? Waking up early for work? Getting up from the computer to go to the bathroom? Or simply the brain not understanding until it learns and comprehends?

I don't know if travel must involve azure seas, thick fog floating over towering mountains, or the space in front of one's house that anyone can visit.

I loved this journey. The distance may not have been great, the location may not have been spectacular, but what mattered was that we found happiness in ordinary things. That's all that matters.


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