tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27330938.post-1150390576890455272006-06-15T20:47:00.000+07:002006-07-22T08:25:49.513+07:00In the middle of a journey, I was stunned by a remarkable scene of dawn on the horizon. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6608/2875/1600/CIMG1490.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6608/2875/320/CIMG1490.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The red engine was flying hundreds miles above the deep blue ocean where silver sunlight shone on its glassy surface. The cloud spread over in the air. It seems here, on this horizontal line, the water is meeting with the sky.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6608/2875/1600/CIMG1493.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6608/2875/320/CIMG1493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Just like a big canvas. I couldn't take my eyes out of what was appeared in front me for a few sec. A little simple allure of travelling. Cafe Del mare music on my nano was mumbling through my headset -- "Let me...take you...to a journey".<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6608/2875/1600/CIMG1492.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6608/2875/320/CIMG1492.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">life of Jess Tansutat</div>rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702934629406200344noreply@blogger.com