ILLUSTRATION: VAN NGUYEN
I didn't make it back in time for Rija (*) with you.
The sand dunes in late spring are dotted with wildflowers.
The first rain of the year is often accompanied by thunder.
The sandy plains need rain for life to flourish.
May arrives in the village, the sun shines brightly on the vast sand dunes.
The cacti accumulate enough sap to survive the dry season.
The early-ripening fruit has a shy, blushing hue.
The longing for someone's hands that picked the fruit, unafraid of the thorns...
From the sandy plain, I gaze towards the tower.
The older one gets, the more silently courageous one becomes.
The ever-changing rhythm of sun and wind is reflected on the tower's body.
The sand here also sings an endless melody...
On a May night, I hear the sound of folk songs somewhere nearby.
The sandy fields are weary after a long day of chasing after the sun and wind.
Dreamily nestled at the foot of the split rock mountain.
The night in the hammock, the rhythm of the sand breathing, brings life back…
Life is impermanent in the endless stream of existence.
The sand is also never still for a moment.
Me too, I'll be back next summer.
Hair that's been colored like a tower will turn even whiter...
Even so, I still came back to visit the sand dunes.
Barefoot, I dug into the warm sand at sunset.
Listen to the endless melody of the wind and sand.
The sand dunes in May are magical under the moonlight...
(*) Rija: the Cham New Year festival (also known as Cham New Year), around April in the Gregorian calendar.
Source: https://thanhnien.vn/doi-cat-thang-nam-tho-cua-che-diem-tram-185260516154633846.htm
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