Waiting for the Monsoon
When you arrive at the Moonlight Chalet, you get a log book, and whenever you order a drink or a meal, you just write it on the tab. I haven't touched a bill or coin in a long week. On the Perhentians, there seems to be an abundance of timethe hard part is figuring out what to do with it.
I'm reminded of Robert Persig, author of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, describing his writing process. He said he would stare out the window for an hour, write down a sentence, then stare out the window for another hour. That's how I spend my days here.
I've begun to notice the small things, like the way the sun's light takes on weight during the course of the day, or how entire galaxies live in the interstitial space between high and low tide. Today I was told that the overcast skies mean the monsoon is still a few days off. A clear sky with a strong sun will be the calm before the storm.
To be able to pay close attention to the world is one of the reasons I've undertaken this journey. That, and the chance to step outside my culture, which is what I was able to do this morning when Alli, one of the Moonlight's workers, asked me if I wanted to join him on a trip to the village.
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