I love roadtripping through the rice growing areas in Malaysia, especially when the paddy has just started to turn golden, almost ready for harvest.

Not just for the gorgeous and breathtaking scenery but for those wide open spaces as far as the eye can see, where I feel I can have conversations with myself.

As the breeze blows,
Waving golden,
Distant horizon meets the blue.

As the landscape unfurls,
Paddy greets the sky in dance
The wind whispers over golden harvest.

As the vastness invites,
Soul searches beyond the horizon,
The landscape rushes to swallow me.