When the Sky Tells a Story at the End of Dusk

I stood quietly for a moment in my yard, gazing at the overcast sky, still glimmering with sunlight. The clouds were thick, but from behind them, a silvery white light tried to penetrate, as if conveying the message that hope never truly departed.

The building on the left framed my view, its architectural lines bold yet understated. Meanwhile, in the distance, the silhouettes of coconut trees and the walls of neighbors' houses added to the quiet composition of the afternoon.

The day seemed to slow as light and shadow raced against each other. I love moments like these, when the world seems to give me space to reflect, to feel, to simply take a deep breath and let my heart speak silently.

The sky this afternoon wasn't just a sky. It was a still painting holding a million emotions, from a silent longing to a gratitude that slowly grew amidst uncertainty. Sometimes, beauty doesn't need perfect light. Just the remaining light makes the world feel deeper.

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

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