This morning, the atmosphere was so peaceful after the overnight rain had drenched the earth. The roads were wet, reflecting the soft light from the sky still shrouded in gray clouds. The air felt fresher than usual, carrying the distinctive, calming scent of wet earth. Amidst the trickling water still lingering on the roadside, the faint sounds of birds chirping could be heard again, as if welcoming the arrival of a peaceful morning in this rural area.
Amidst the humid and cool atmosphere, three female students in white and gray uniforms rode slowly on their motorcycles. They looked neat, with clean white headscarves and faces radiating morning enthusiasm. Their smiles were genuine, perhaps chatting lightly as they enjoyed the ride to school. Although the road was still slippery, they appeared careful, navigating small puddles that still remained on the asphalt. The simple sight evoked a sense of warmth as if a reminder that the spirit of learning continues, even in the midst of inclement weather.
On the left side of the road, a bright orange wall stretched out, standing out against the green of the trees. The bright colors seemed to bring new life to the cloudy morning, as if balancing the gray sky that hung over it. Beyond the wall were shady trees, perhaps the courtyard of a large house or a school, adding to the natural feel along the road.
Meanwhile, on the right side of the road, a row of simple houses stood, their green yards still partly muddy from the rain. A few coconut leaves drooped heavily, holding back the water, and wild grass along the edge of the ditch was beginning to grow lushly. This atmosphere depicted a familiar daily routine the life of the village community proceeding in tranquility, where each morning brought a new, simple yet meaningful story.
A morning like this gave a sense of peace that was hard to describe. There was no hustle and bustle, no noise from large vehicles, only silence filled with the sounds of nature and small steps toward the day's activities. The wet road, the fresh air, and the smiles of passing schoolgirls were a small portrait of the sincerity of village life, a place where simplicity brings true happiness.
Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.
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| Photographer | Smartphone used | Location |
|---|---|---|
| @gunting | Realme C53 | Nanggroe Aceh Darussalam |