The dusk sky began to descend slowly, leaving a thin streak of light on the western horizon. The village road appeared deserted, accompanied only by the dim glow of street lamps penetrating the dim light. On either side, trees and simple houses bore witness to the changing time of day from light to dark.
The atmosphere was silent, as if every gust of wind carried the story of a day just completed. The scent of wet soil and the sound of gently swaying leaves complemented the harmony of the tranquil afternoon. There was a beauty in this simplicity, something often overlooked amidst the hustle and bustle of life.
On this small road, dusk taught us that beauty doesn't always have to be glittering. Simply an atmosphere of peace, silence, and sincere light greeting the night. 🌙
Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.
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