The morning came slowly, as if unwilling to disturb the bustle that had begun to throb since the sun slowly rose. The air still held the remnants of the night's dew, touching the skin with a soothing coolness. In a corner of the building, two uniformed officers sat quietly behind a simple desk. Their faces were focused, one looking down at a phone screen, the other staring straight ahead with their hands clasped neatly. There were few words, but the morning silence felt meaningful—a pause before the day truly moved forward.
Not far away, stood a majestic building with a large dome that glistened softly in the morning light. Its architecture was sturdy, elegant, and emanated a sense of authority. The surrounding trees swayed gently, as if welcoming the day. The spacious yard was neatly stretched out, the green grass providing a backdrop for the soon-to-be bustling activity. Several vehicles were parked in rows, silent but ready, like silent witnesses to a daily routine.
On the other side of the area, another line of vehicles filled the parking lot. People in brown uniforms walked in groups, their steps unified, their goals shared. There was a spirit of togetherness there—morning wasn't just about getting to work, but also about meeting, greeting, and uniting in their resolve to carry out the day's tasks. The morning sky was expansive, a pale blue with a scattering of thin clouds, giving a sense of spaciousness and hope.
As morning turned to afternoon, the atmosphere grew more lively. In the open field, rows of people stood neatly in an orderly pattern. Flags fluttered gently in the distance, symbolizing togetherness and responsibility. The sun's rays, beginning to warm the earth, cast long shadows across the asphalt and grass, reminding us that time moves on, never truly stopping.
This morning wasn't special because of the glitz or grandeur of the event. It was special because of its simplicity: routine, discipline, and togetherness forged without many words. From the silent guard desk, to the majestic, shady building, to the rows of people ready to carry out their duties, everything came together in one story—a story of a morning working silently, building a day with order and hope.
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 |
|---|---|---|
| @mahyul94 | Redme 9C | Nanggroe Aceh Darussalam |