On the western horizon, the sun slowly lowered its light, drawing a long golden line across the calm surface of the water. The sky is a soft gradient between orange and light blue, like a canvas that has just been touched by nature's brush. The trees in the distance only appeared as silhouettes, but they added depth to the evening view.
Every small ripple on the surface of the water reflects the evening light, forming sparkles that move slowly with the rhythm of the wind. There was no sound other than the soft whisper of nature, as if time stopped for a moment to provide space for anyone who witnessed it to take a deep breath and feel at peace.
Twilight is not just the end of the day, but rather a reflection on simple but eternal beauty. In the reflection of light dancing on the water, there is a silent message from nature that every parting, like the setting of the sun, always leaves hope for the dawn of new light tomorrow.