The Horizon of Forgotten Summers

puncakbukit (78)in #photography • 3 days ago

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The air in this afternoon is thick with the scent of damp earth and the quiet promise of rain. You find yourself walking through the emerald fields of a childhood you thought you’d forgotten. The green stretches infinitely toward a heavy, slate-colored sky, creating a world that feels both immense and intimate. Your feet follow a narrow, water-slicked path—the only solid thread in a landscape that seems to ripple like silk.

In this space, reality is soft and blurred, much like the view from a passing train. You aren't searching for a specific destination; you are simply existing within the stillness. There is a profound sense of safety in the solitude, as if the horizon is a gentle boundary rather than an end. You hear the rhythmic pulse of the wind, sounding like a whispered secret from a time when summer days felt truly endless.

As the light shifts, the day begins to recede like a tide. The vibrant green softens into the grey of the waking world, yet the coolness of the air lingers. You wake with the faint sensation of wet grass against your skin and a peaceful ache in your chest. It is a fleeting, beautiful reminder that some places, though distant, remain forever rooted in the landscape of your heart.

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