Dreaming
We had just spent the entire day among natives, admiring the music they made with instruments I never knew existed. We got back to the bungalow and changed into our swimsuits. We were exhausted and felt mucky from having 12 hours worth of sweat on our bodies. We swam for a bit and then all huddled on the side of the pool, having milkshakes and sharing experiences. Then the musical one who had entertained us for hours earlier the same day, started to bring out instruments with such intricate detail that to look at them felt as if they'd break. He sat behind each instrument and told stories that made us laugh until our sides hurt, while masterfully serenading us with sounds I didn't know existed. All I could hear that night was the sound of the waterfall in the pond next to the pool, tuk kae making their eerie noises in the crevices where they wouldn't be seen, and this beautiful person presenting us with his life and music. I remember thinking, "This is one of those moments that will always give me goosebumps to think about. My inner peace will live here."