The morning has yet to fully awaken. A thin mist still hangs in the air, wrapping the quiet village asphalt road in a soft, gray blanket. In this secluded corner of the world, the clamor of the city finds no entry. There is only a slow-creeping silence, punctuated by the gentle whispers of a breeze greeting the blades of rice plants.
On either side, vast green rice paddies stretch out like an endless natural tapestry. The fresh, vibrant green of the thriving rice crops seems to breathe new life into anyone who beholds them. The morning air feels cool, pure, and honest the kind of air that invites us to take a deep breath, exhale the weight of our thoughts, and let our lungs feel refreshed once more.
An unfinished brick house stands in silence by the roadside. Its walls, still revealing the raw, earthy red of the clay, speak of a process of hopes and dreams as someone builds a sanctuary amidst the tranquility of nature. In the distance, a small figure strolls leisurely along the path, while across the way, a modest house with laundry hanging out to dry serves as a quiet testament to a simple life.
In a place like this, time never seems to be in a rush. It is not chased by the ticking of a watch or the blaring of vehicle horns instead, it flows slowly, following the calm rhythm of nature. Each footstep upon the cracked asphalt feels lighter, teaching us one simple truth: sometimes, to rediscover the self lost within the chaos of the world, we only need to step aside for a moment and embrace the honest silence of a morning like this.
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 |
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