That afternoon, the sky was calm, with white clouds hanging gently on the horizon. Before me stretched a small, paved road that cut through a vast expanse of rice fields. On the right side, fresh green young rice paddies grew evenly, while on the left, golden yellow hues began to dominate a sign that harvest season was just around the corner. Two motorcycles were parked at the side of the road, as if silent witnesses to the beauty of this peaceful and natural rural setting.
A gentle breeze carried the distinctive aroma of rice and wet soil. Occasionally, the chirps of small birds could be heard passing by, blending with the gentle rustle of swaying rice paddies. In the distance, several farmers were at work, some preparing their harvesting tools, others simply chatting on the embankment. Everything flowed at a simple, unhurried pace, free from the noise of the city.
This small road was not just a connection between rice paddies, but also a pathway to inner peace. Every time I passed through this path, I felt a sense of peace that was hard to describe. It was as if time had stopped for a moment, giving me space to breathe and enjoy God's amazing creation.
At the end of the road, the sun began to tilt westward, casting golden rays that touched the rice paddies. The atmosphere evoked harmony between the sky, the earth, and the lives of the people who lived among them. This was a simple portrait of the beauty of the village a place where life moves slowly, yet meaningfully.
Sometimes, happiness doesn't need to be sought far. Simply stopping for a moment on a small road like this, gazing out at the expanse of the rice paddies, and realizing the beauty of life in simplicity. 🌾🚲🌤️
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. |