This morning, I passed a small road through green rice fields, still wet from last night's rain. Puddles of water lingered along the dirt road, reflecting the sky, which was beginning to brighten with thin clouds drifting slowly by. To the left and right, young rice paddies grew luxuriantly, their fresh green leaves seeming to greet me with every step.
Although the road was littered with small stones and mud, the atmosphere was incredibly calming. The air felt cool, combined with the distinctive scent of wet earth after rain. Occasionally, a gentle breeze blew, causing the water in the embankments to sway gently. From a distance, several houses and small buildings could be seen, giving the impression that village life was harmoniously flowing amidst the pristine nature.
Traveling a road like this reminded me that beauty doesn't always lie in luxurious or grand places. Sometimes, on a simple, muddy, puddle-filled road, we can find irreplaceable peace. This is a portrait of everyday life in a simple, natural, yet story-filled village.
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 | Aceh Province. Indonesian Country. |