This afternoon, I sat quietly, gazing at the simple courtyard. On the left was an old wooden house, its paint starting to peel, as if holding many stories from the past. Its pillars held firm, though age had left its marks on every grain of the wood.
On the right stood a newer building with zinc walls and black mesh, a stark contrast to the old house, steeped in memories. A slightly cracked cement floor remained the main pathway leading out to the iron gate.
The humid air felt cool after the previous night's rain. The scent of wet soil and banana leaves swaying in the breeze created a familiar village atmosphere. The occasional crowing of a rooster in the distance added to the serene atmosphere of the afternoon.
I imagined how many footsteps had passed along this path: children running around playing, people returning home with their garden produce, and the light conversations between neighbors flowing freely. This simple place holds small pieces of life that we often overlook.
Sometimes, this silence brings a sense of warmth. As if the world is reminding us that home, no matter how simple, is still the most comfortable place to return to.
Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.
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