That morning, the sea air felt soft, carrying a distinctive, calming salty aroma. On the shore of the calm estuary, several light blue fishing boats were neatly tied up, swaying gently to the rhythm of the gentle waves. The sky above was half-overcast, but still allowed gaps of light to fall gently on the water's surface, making the boats' colors and reflections appear like a living painting.
The atmosphere here was peaceful. All that could be heard was the gentle sound of waves crashing against the breakwater and the rustling of leaves in the wind. Across the way, small houses stood modestly, as if silent witnesses to the lives of fishermen who grappled with the sea daily. There was a serenity that was hard to describe, a kind of silence that taught the meaning of patience and sincerity in life.
Looking at the boats, I imagined the hard work of the people who depended on them. Every morning they set out before sunrise, braving the waves and wind to bring home the produce of the sea for their families. Boats were not mere tools, but companions, bearing their hopes and prayers. The blue paint on their hulls symbolized the belief that the sea would always provide, as long as it was cared for and respected.
This place reminds me that life is like the sea: sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent. We need to learn to anchor ourselves when the storm comes, then set sail again when the time is right. It was here, amidst the boat and the gently swaying water, that I felt the beauty of simplicity and how much there is to be grateful for simply by looking out at the turquoise sea and the boats awaiting their next journey.
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 |