The wind blows so softly welcoming me in this early morning. Cold and breeze dancing around me. People are as individual as usual. Walking in hurry as something after them. Well, routinity does. But not all of em. Some are still sitting in the warung and eat their breakfast or just sitting and drinking some hot drinks like coffee or tea. What a life. Birds' singings are still heard, but smoke and cars are everywhere as well. How are you little one? Can you still breath freely and live your life normally?
Working for before the sun shines bright and going home without seeing sun saying goodbye. But all are done for duties, responsibilities. Some are using brains, some are bodies. But they do what they can. For what they love and what they care.
The Art of love & life.