At dusk the sky that descended greeting the sea with the line of its beauty

Mentari slowly lowering its rays, crocketing golden colors on calm sea level. Little waves come and go, as if to dance with the dusk light that bounce gently. The air feels warm, but there is a coolness that calms the heart, as if nature wants to speak in a simple language: beauty does not need to be spoken, enough to be felt.

In the distance, the coastline looks faint, integrated with the gradation of the sky that changes from light blue to soft orange. The time step feels so slow, as if to give anyone the opportunity to enjoy every second of the beauty that is not repeated. The sea is sparkling like a mirror, keeping the secret of longing that is entrusted with the wind and waves.

This twilight is not just a transition between day and night, but a short meeting between light and darkness. There is a calm that hugs the soul, there is a gratitude that slowly grows in the chest. Like a subtle message from nature, that each end always carries its own beauty before opening the way for a new start.