Freewrite || The Warmth of the Morning Sun

This morning felt so beautiful and calming. When I opened the door, the sun's rays were already slowly filtering through the gaps in the leaves, casting a soft golden hue across the ground, still slightly damp from the night's dew. The air felt fresh, and the chirping of birds provided natural music, bringing the morning atmosphere to life.

I stepped out into the yard, savoring every breeze that carried the scent of wet earth and grass. The morning sunlight wasn't too hot, still welcoming and warm on my skin. A feeling of gratitude welled up as if nature were greeting me, inviting me to start the day with a calm heart and a clear mind.

I sat on an old wooden chair on the porch, gazing eastward, where the sun was beginning to fully emerge. The sky, originally a light blue, had now transformed into shades of orange and golden yellow. The rays danced across the roof of the house, reflecting off the leaves, and piercing through the branches, creating beautiful shadows on the ground.

Mornings like this always make me reflect. How amazing God's creation is every day the sun rises almost the same way, but it never feels exactly the same in my heart. Some days its rays inspire, and others its warmth brings a longing or a calm that words can't describe.

Sipping a cup of warm coffee, I let my thoughts wander. Perhaps this is the best time to dream, plan the little things in life, and be grateful for what already exists. Under the morning sun, anything feels possible. Life seems to offer a new opportunity every time the sun appears on the eastern horizon.

I gazed at the distant rice fields, which were beginning to be illuminated by a golden glow. The rice paddies glistened like glass in the light. Farmers began to walk out into the fields, carrying hoes and hopes. Each step they took was a symbol of perseverance and unspoken prayers. I smiled slightly, because this is where the beauty of a simple life was so evident.

This morning wasn't just about the sun and light, but about life continuing to move, about the enthusiasm to take another step, and about gratitude for a new day. Every ray of sunlight that falls on my skin seems to whisper softly, “Start again, don't stop.”

Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.

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