Landscapes Of My Neighbourhood

At 5:30 p.m., I rode through my neighborhood, the cool breeze brushing past. As I turned a corner, the landscape of a bridge came into view. Bathed in golden light, it looked absolutely wonderful—peaceful, majestic, and perfectly framed against the evening sky.

Unfortunately, the day was cloudy, and I couldn't see the sunset from over the bridge. The bridge wasn’t scenic after all—it was a flyover stretching above a toll street, dull and noisy.

Then I rode to a green rice field. It was wonderful, stretching far and wide. The plants looked like long rows of thick grass, swaying gently in the breeze, peaceful and full of life.

Then I continued to a busy street filled with many riders, weaving through traffic. The air buzzed with the sound of engines and movement. The weather was warm, but the sky above was grey, casting a dull tone over the lively scene.

The grey sky created a dull atmosphere, yet there was a quiet beauty in it. The soft light made everything look calm and still. I rode through the streets, taking in the scenery. Despite the clouds, I enjoyed the peacefulness of the evening ride, feeling relaxed and connected to the moment.