This morning, I stopped at a fairly busy gas station. A queue of motorcycles and several cars were lined up to fill up. The air was warm with bright sunlight, reflecting off the colorful red, blue, and white painted buildings on the surrounding walls. A bright red tanker truck was also parked, as if a reminder that the vehicle's energy supply is always being prepared daily.
On one side, private vehicles were waiting their turn, while on the other side, people on motorbikes seemed in a hurry, perhaps eager to get on with their daily activities. This atmosphere reminded me that everyone has their own purpose and journey. Some were rushing to work, others were simply stopping to refuel before continuing their long journey, and still others were simply going about their daily routine without much thought.
Behind this busy atmosphere, there was an appealing sense of harmony. The green trees on the cliff behind the gas station provided a calming backdrop, seeming to balance the hustle and bustle of traffic. The clear, cloudless blue sky added a refreshing touch, making this simple setting even more vibrant.
This freewrite isn't just about gas stations, but about how a small stopover can hold so many stories. This is where we learn that travel isn't just about arriving at a destination, but also about enjoying the fleeting moments along the way.
Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.
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