Appreciated from afar, the pacified beast of condensed rock formation wearing a verdant landscape cloak weaved of expansive flat plains and the thickets of rising trees, a facade that camouflages the incendiary magma bubbling beneath, seems to withhold some potential for decisive judgment while it languishes in the equivalent of a man relishing in nicotine nourishment, exhaling plumes of toxic smoke, whether to issue hellish fires and ashen destruction unto the denizens living in its vicinity. Watching the volcano’s process, it does feel, at times, as though it were watching back, staying its eruption for the sheer pleasure of surprising the complacent and unsuspecting.

At this moment, an excitement of tremulous quality reverberates throughout the body for just an instant as if it were preparing for the challenge of climbing the most volcano in Indonesia that is best attempted in the wee hours of frigid night to make a timely attendance to watch the sun make its own quiet ascent to ignite the skies a striking vermillion.