It's evening, and I'm wondering how the sun is losing to the moon, the moon peeking into the blue sky. Today's departure from the sun is not permanent; tomorrow, the sun will rise again for a long time. The sun has set, all the noise has stopped, the earth seems to be quiet. The birds are returning to their destination and calling for the next day. I can see the smile of the moon, only the dominance of the moon in the sky now. And there are millions of stars.
Feeling sleepy, the flow of the wind is being handled, the sound of the waves can be heard. One boat after another is passing by me. Looking at the river, the vision goes to infinity. Lightning flashes in the sky; there are clouds in the sky but not well noticed for the darkness. A few people working hard all day came and took a bath, the sound of water. They work all day and arrive at night to bathe in the river with satisfaction. I also want to take a bath;)
While writing, I looked at the river and saw a flock of ducks, nine ducks swimming in the river. Do you know what I think? Maybe they forgot to go home. If not, now it's night, why are they still swimming in the river? Isn't that weird? Ahh! The flocks of ducks are leaving; they should go because the darkness is getting deeper. And deep down, after a while when no one is here, no boat on the river, they may be attacked by a ferocious animal. Looking up at the sky, blinking red and white lights, a plane goes over about seven thousand feet. No traffic, running mile after mile.
The appeal of some moments is deeper in our life. The pages of memory are painted with utmost care. The rainy evening of that day also left a mark on my heart. That evening in the pouring rain made my mind desperate for its uniqueness and diversity. The rain started in nature some time ago. Nature has quenched his thirst with the torrential downpour of rain, but sometimes life is disrupted by heavy rains. In short, the clouds and rain in the sky are the most familiar form now. Yet that evening evoked a different kind of shiver in my feelings.
And It's not raining today, but that evening reminds me of that day. The atmosphere is quiet, and there is no noise anywhere; nothing can be heard except the sound of waves. I feel this silence with my eyes closed; I sense the soft smell of the air.
