That afternoon, the atmosphere was serene on the edge of the rice paddies. The sky was a soft hue, emitting beautiful gradations of orange and blue, signaling the sun was beginning to set in the west. A gentle breeze carried the scent of wet earth from the freshly irrigated fields, and the sound of trickling water on the embankments created a calming natural rhythm.
On the road that cut through the rice paddies, several vehicles passed. A black car drove quietly, followed by a motorcyclist who seemed in a hurry, perhaps eager to get home before nightfall. On the left side of the road, the reflection of the twilight sky was beautiful in the calm waters of the rice paddies as if the earth were mirroring the sky.
In the distance, large trees stood firmly, silently witnessing the change of time from morning to night. Electricity cables stretched across the road seemed to add harmonious lines to the evening scenery. Small houses on the edge of the rice paddies were beginning to turn on their lights, signifying a simple yet meaningful life.
I stood for a moment on the roadside, savoring every moment of this beauty. Afternoons in the village always bring a serenity that's hard to describe. There's no city bustle, just the sound of insects, the occasional passing vehicle, and the reflections of trees dancing in the water of the rice paddies. All combine to create a peaceful and serene atmosphere.
In moments like these, I feel like time is passing more slowly. Every gust of wind seems to invite me to pause and enjoy life as it is. There's nothing more precious than peace of mind, and this afternoon, amidst the road, the rice paddies, and the soft sky, I found it.
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 |
