no noise but you and me

After breakfast, you both pack up the little table and fold the chairs, taking your time. There’s no need to hurry — the sun is still gentle, filtering softly through the trees, warming your faces.

Your mom suggests a short walk around the lake. So, the two of you stroll along the path, shoes crunching lightly on gravel. Wildflowers bloom at the edges, and dragonflies skim the water’s surface. Every few steps, your mom stops to take a photo — of the trees, the reflection, or just the way sunlight hits the ripples.

Halfway through, you find a small wooden jetty that stretches a few meters into the lake. You both sit there, legs dangling over the edge. The water below is so clear you can see little fish darting around. Neither of you say much — just listen to the wind and the birds.

After a while, your mom looks at you and says, “Tempat macam ni buat orang lupa penat hidup, kan?”
You nod, smiling softly. “Ya… macam semua tenang balik.”

The rest of the morning passes slowly — a few more photos, a few more laughs, and maybe one last snack before heading back to the caravan. The day already feels like something worth remembering.