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Enchanted rock

Dear sahabat,

Masihkah ingat pondok di tebing bukit tempat kita bertualang di masa muda kita dulu? Bukit cantik dengan birunya laut yang terbentang di hadapan kita. Bukit yang nyaris membuatku menyerah. Kau tahu sendiri betapa buruknya kakiku + keseimbangan badanku, dan berapa banyak ledekan yang kuterima dari mantan pacarmu ketika ia melihatku jatuh terguling-guling di Tangkuban Perahu. Sialan :)

Seminggu yang lalu, kenangan itu tiba-tiba menyeruak ketika aku mendaki bukit tandus yang garang dan sombong ini. Enchanted rock, begitu orang menyebutnya. Awalnya aku tak mengerti, apa pula yang menawan dari bukit ini. Hanya seonggok batu jelek, jauh sekali dibandingkan bukit cantik di tepi pantai itu.

Dengan nafas yang hampir putus karena berbulan-bulan tak olahraga, dan gengsi yang tak bisa di-diskon karena teman-teman sudah jauh di depanku, akhirnya kupanjat juga si batu yang sombong itu :) Dan terbayarlah rasa lelah yang kurasakan seperti sembilan tahun yang lalu ... Lihat, anggap saja ini postcard untukmu :)



Bagus tak :) ?
Photo : courtesy of Shirley

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Anonymous said…
bagus dong ;)

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