2026: going for work and back

Today started with an early morning ride to work. The sky was wide and blue, with soft clouds floating above the road. I was inside the car, looking forward through the windshield. The street was quiet but already awake. Small shops were open, electric wires crossed the sky, and a few vehicles moved slowly ahead. It felt peaceful, like the day was just beginning to breathe.

As I continued the ride, the road became busier. Motorcycles filled the street, moving close to each other. Tricycles, cars, and people were all sharing the same space. It was noisy and crowded, but this is part of daily life. Everyone was on their way to work, to sell, to deliver, or to simply reach somewhere important. I watched them and felt connected, even in the traffic.

On the way home, the scene changed. The road became quieter and slower. Cows were walking freely along the street, guided gently by people. Banana trees and houses surrounded the road. We had to slow down and wait, and it made me smile. Life here moves at its own pace. Sometimes, waiting is part of the journey.

As night came, hunger followed. We stopped at a roadside food place. Bright lights hung above, lighting the simple space. People stood in line, waiting patiently. Pots were steaming, and the smell of food filled the air. It felt warm and alive.

Finally, I watched the food being served. Noodles, dishes, and hands moving quickly. The vendors worked hard, focused and calm. Seeing this reminded me how food brings comfort after a long day.

Today was simple. Just roads, rides, waiting, and food. But these small moments made the day complete.