The Bajang Child Swinging the Moon (58)

Sukrosono arrives back at Jatisrana in the morning, when it is warm and sunny. The sun's rays tear apart the clouds, flashing reddish light. Birds are chirping merrily on the stalks of majestic trees. Dawn still leaves the wind blowing weakly, hitting the bamboo trees to expose themselves to be crept by the vines of jangga trees which are blooming their flowers. The fragrance of the jangga flowers spreads, giving a delicate scent to him, who has waited for a long time to return. Sukrosono laughs, waving his pleasure at the paddy swaying to and fro to welcome his arrival. The Jatisrana surroundings jointly give free expression to its longing. The longing of kenanga (ylang-ylang) trees, their flower petals bathe in sunlight, turning to golden yellow strands, in the morning where there is no longer anxiety because there is nothing to be awaited.

In the puddles of rice fields, cranes play happily, looking for fish with their long beaks. Their shadows are immersed in the deep water. The birds are like flying in the water sky. Sukrosono remembers his journey when he met cranes in a pond like a lake, when he left the Jatirasa forest. He feels again how easy it was to fly, if he could understand the secret of the legs of the flying cranes. Jatisrana hermitage has been at the threshold of the eyes, his steps become light, as though he is floating without leaving a trace. And he feels, the longing turns out to be without footprints.