There is something fabulously exotic about this moment. Unique. I'm sitting here in a dark hotel room, alone, looking out over the city lit from below by thousands of headlights illuminating the busy streets. Cracks boom just before fireworks flash over the sky--their bright glow showering the sky with shimmering red and white sparks. The whole scene is played to the soundtrack of the Al-Quran being read over the loudspeaker in melodic, undulating, slightly hypnotic tones. The night is awake and aware; the energy is undeniable. My experience of the moment is unable to be captured by photo, video, or even really words. And because of that, I am profoundly present. I am living in the moment in a way both uncommon and sublime.
[written 9/19/09, first night of Idul Fitri]
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13 years ago
Sarah, your writing 'almost' makes me feel the moment along with you. I can imagine the sounds, the air, the smells and the darkness and the lights from the fireworks all at the same time.
ReplyDeleteThis reads just like the opening page to a new and best selling book by Sas. Please, keep going with it. I'll be first in line to buy it!
Thinking of you all the time. Fall is definitely in the air here. I'll pick and apple for you!
Love, Mary Ann