FOG THIN AND 3 OLD WOMEN
In the morning I walked along the village on the slopes of Mount Merapi. A thin mist still looks and feels cold on the skin. In front of me walking 2 old ladies. They have strong legs and I can not follow their footsteps. They quickly avoided me. With the startling breath, I keep following their steps. Until finally I met the third woman who was carrying her grandson. I am happy to meet 3 old ladies, who are still healthy and strong. I became reminded of my dead mother, when I was in high school. Then, I stopped footsteps, and prayed for my mother who is currently in eternal life. I miss my mother.