In a corner of the city that began to sink into the crowd from work, the twilight sky presents an unexpected beauty. Golden white clouds hang high, like a soft painting that was accidentally swept away by the hands of nature on the grayish blue canvas. The color bounces warmly, giving the impression of calm in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the highway.
A motorcyclist paused for a moment, trapped in a long queue of immovable vehicles. Behind the black helmet, his eyes might have stared at the sky where one cloud was lit like a lantern on the horizon. Cars with the reflection of street lights and tree shadows add to the evening atmosphere full of contrast: busy but peaceful, in a hurry but full of hidden beauty.
This atmosphere is a portrait of urban life: full of crossed cables in the air, trees that remain upright even though stuffed with buildings and roads, as well as humans who always move, rarely stop. But in this moment, the sky seemed to whisper that in the midst of a busy routine, there is still room to admire simple miracles.
"The twilight sky in the midst of traffic" is not just a story about solid traffic, but about hope, a small beauty that appears suddenly, and an invitation to occasionally look up in search of silence behind noise.