Today's afternoon atmosphere felt different. The sky looked gloomy, gray clouds hanging low as if to signal imminent rain. The streets were wet, with the traces of a recently abated drizzle still glistening, reflecting the lights of passing stalls and vehicles. The distinctive aroma of the market mingled with the smell of wet earth, the smoke of fried foods, and the aroma of coffee from roadside stalls that were starting to fill with customers.
A few motorcyclists passed slowly, some wearing half-open raincoats, as if prepared for another downpour. Cars stopped briefly to make way, adding to the bustle of the busy afternoon. Vendors were busy arranging their wares, some selling food, others serving the last customers before closing up shop. Under a colorful umbrella, a fried food vendor waited for customers, occasionally blowing on the coals to keep the oil hot.
Although the atmosphere looked simple and the overcast sky gave it a grayish tinge, there was a real sense of life beneath. Everyone here has their own story and purpose some struggling to make a living, others simply stopping by to buy dinner, and still others simply passing through on their way home. All combine to create a colorful portrait of everyday life, even under a gloomy sky.
Afternoons like this always have a certain serenity. The sound of impending rain is natural music for those accustomed to living amidst the hustle and bustle of the market. Small streetlights begin to light up, adding warmth to the damp and chilly air. In this simplicity, life continues to turn on as if the cloudy sky is just a small part of the long story of a day at the city market.
Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.
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| Photographer | Smartphone used | Location |
|---|---|---|
| @gunting | Realme C53 | Aceh Province. Indonesian Country. |