It’s seven o’clock, but the sun still hides behind the clouds. The weather is warm, and I sit by the lake, enjoying the fresh air. The water glitters gently in the soft light, creating a peaceful atmosphere. I take a deep breath, appreciating the calmness around me, feeling content in this serene moment.
As some people head to their workplaces, the street becomes slightly disturbed by the sound of passing vehicles. I watch quietly, noticing the shift from calm to the hustle of daily life.
The retailers start to open, welcoming customers. I see street vendors offering tropical fruits like rambutans to passing riders, their vibrant colors catching my eye.
Schoolchildren hurry to their classrooms, their laughter filling the air. I notice the morning becoming more crowded as the day starts to unfold.
Life has just begun as usual. I watch as the day unfolds, knowing it will flourish with countless minds, each carrying different thoughts.
Life is a cycle, where people come and go. I embrace the moments, knowing that the morning will eventually fade, giving way to noon and night. I find peace in the flow, understanding that change is constant, and all is temporary.
Every breath I take brings peace, reminding me that the mind often creates rudeness and unrest. I realize that the morning is a precious moment, and though change is certain, it follows patterns beyond my control. I accept this rhythm of life, finding comfort in its cycles, knowing that each moment holds its own truth.
