A Piece of Rainbow Blooming in a Gray Landscape

 A quiet evening walk in the city becomes a pause in life—a place to reflect, recharge, and walk at your own pace through the noise.

As the streetlights begin to light up one by one,

I walk quietly along this path.

The sky is tinged with bluish evening light,

and though the city still breathes busily,

only silence lingers here.

This is an ordinary pedestrian path.

Young trees stand on both sides,

and sometimes, only someone’s footprints remain.

But here, I learn the warmth of the word “rest.”

Amidst the rush of the day,

this moment quietly halts me to reflect.

To the left, stairs; to the right, a slowly flowing stream.

Walking between them,

I sometimes feel like the prison of the city has a crack.

Even among grey buildings,

the soft scent of grass and whisper of wind embrace me.

Sometimes I wonder where this path leads.

But what matters more than the destination

is the fact that I’m walking—right here, right now.

Just by walking,

my mind slowly organizes itself,

and I feel reassured that my pace is enough.

To someone else, this may just be a walkway.

But for me, it’s a small sanctuary

to wrap up the day and recharge the courage to move again.

As shadows lengthen under the streetlights

and a gentle evening breeze brushes my cheek,

I feel today quietly coming to a close.

There are still such quiet moments in the city.

If I remember this time,

tomorrow might start a bit more gently too.