Fallen Leaf. Part 1.

Ferona: The beginning. 

Location : Indonesian Independence Day Potluck in the Park. 

My plate was almost full, but I had my eye on a piece of plump, curry beef in a pan in the middle of the potluck table. I reached for the serving spoon, as he was reaching for the same spoon. Our hands collided. 

     “Sorry….,” I said. 

     “Sorry….,” he said.

     Our eyes met. I found  a pair of eyes belonging to a cowboy out of his time; lost and very much alone. It caused my heart to  beat like a tight guitar  string plucked by a wannabe musician ; out of tune and almost snapped into two. 

    “You first…,”he said. His smile was as uneven as my heart beat. 

     Huh…uuhh…I couldn't think. The next moment a piece of plump curry beef was placed on my plate. 

     “ Is that okay?” he asked.

     I nodded. He smiled his uneven smile. My heart and mind became muddled to no end. 

Fallen Leaf. Prologue.

The season changes. From winter time when everything seems barren and cold to the touch, to spring where the root of the young, once again claims the earth. Followed by summer where green become the favorite color and the sky is blue enough for you to drop your dreams in it and let it swim freely. Then autumn comes, where the sky becomes slightly gray and leaves fall under the spell of the wind, helplessly navigating the space between earth and sky, fully knowing they will  never become green and alive again. This is my story of such leaf.