That night felt ordinary, until I finally had to stop at a gas station to refuel. Bright lights illuminated the area, contrasting with the darkness of the night around me. From a distance, I could already see a long line of motorcycles and several cars waiting their turn.
I joined the queue. Slowly, one by one, the vehicles moved forward. In front, a man sat quietly on his motorcycle, occasionally glancing at the pump, perhaps hoping the line would move faster. On the other side, some were busy with their phones, others engaged in light conversation, trying to stave off boredom.
The sign "subsidized fuel line" displayed near the pump seemed to remind me that this wasn't just another queue. It was part of many people's routine, a small struggle amidst the daily demands.
The night air felt slightly warm, mixed with the distinctive aroma of fuel. The occasional revving of vehicle engines added to the atmosphere, which wasn't completely deserted, despite the late hour.
Waiting isn't always fun, but I learned one simple lesson everyone has their own goals. Whether it's to get home, continue their journey, or simply to ensure they can go about their daily activities the next day.
And amidst the bright lights of the gas station and the line of patiently waiting vehicles, I became part of that night's story a simple tale of queues, patience, and the never-ending demands of life.
| Photographer | Smartphone used | Location |
|---|---|---|
 | Realme C53 | Nanggroe Aceh Darussalam |
