Morning crept slowly, replacing the weary night. On the eastern horizon, golden light crept shyly behind wisps of thin clouds. The morning breeze carried the scent of dew and wet leaves, caressing my face with a gentleness that couldn't be bought anywhere else.
I stood still, letting my eyes linger on a moment that always felt new, even though it came every day: sunrise. There was an unspeakable serenity as the sky slowly changed color, from dark blue to orange, then to a warm, dazzling yellow. It was as if nature were saying, "This is new hope, this is an untainted page."
The birds began to chirp, welcoming the morning with a simple, beautiful song. The trees seemed to join in a silent prayer, grateful for the opportunity to live, grow, and protect.
Amidst all the routine and hustle and bustle of life, sunrise was a reminder that everything could begin again. That no matter how dark the night we had just experienced, light always came. Warmly, patiently, surely.
And I walked, carrying that light with the small steps of my day. Thank you, morning. Thank you, sun.
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. |