That morning wasn't particularly busy, but the air felt warm with the touch of sunlight filtering through the leaves. Beneath the shady tree, my feet moved slowly, holding a shovel, pedaling with a familiar rhythm. The soil in this yard seemed to hold a story, and today it was writing another one with sweat.
A wheelbarrow was waiting beside me, filled with a mixture of cement and sand. The work may seem simple, but each swing of the shovel carried a burden. My hands felt heavy, my back began to tense, but there was a satisfaction that was hard to describe.
In the distance, the sound of vehicles occasionally passed, reminding me that the world was constantly moving. But here, time seemed slower. The sound of leaves rustling gently in the breeze. I occasionally wiped away sweat, then continued without much thought.
It wasn't just about completing the work, but about embracing the process. Each small step today might not yield immediate results, but it would all be meaningful. It was like planting something that would grow, even if it seemed like a simple endeavor now.
When the work was almost done, I looked at the results. Not perfect, but enough for today. And that's where simple happiness lies. In honest work, in real fatigue, and in the belief that every effort brings change.
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 |
