A moment before sunset.🌄
The silence at the moment of sunset is like a poem… The sky begins to color in reddish-orange colors, an unearthly light spreads around. The last light of twilight touches the leaves of the trees, the water of the river, and the eyes and faces of people. This time is like one of the best chapters of the day—calm, gentle, deep. The birds return to their nests, a light coolness descends in the air, and the mind automatically becomes silent under the burden of the feeling of not saying anything. This sunset is not just the end of the day, it is the beginning of something new. It is as if nature is slowly wrapping up all its noise and saying—“Calm down, there is a story of color at the end of the day, in the bond of light and darkness.” Those moments before twilight are truly colorful, from where the sun begins to write its farewell poem... 🌇✨
