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]