A Piece of Rainbow Blooming in a Gray Landscape

A sunset's warmth reflects on a white building, turning a quiet city scene into a comforting memory. Dusk leaves its trace in silence.

There are moments when a quiet scene feels warmer than any crowded place.

When there's no one around, yet something inside wants to stay.

On a late winter evening, I walk along the water's edge in a strange city.

The wind speaks in silence, the dry reeds rustle softly, and the surface of the water is still.

Everything seems frozen, yet time flows gently forward.

A tall white building comes into view in the distance.

Its rounded edges feel less like concrete and more like an invitation to pause.

Just then, the setting sun slides down the windows,

casting a vertical ribbon of light like liquid gold.

It feels like the city is whispering,

“I’m not so unfamiliar after all.”

Perhaps someone is up there brewing coffee,

watching this same sunset every evening.

Or maybe someone, like me today,

is just passing by, snapping a photo.

This view belongs to everyone, and yet no one.

The bare winter trees remind me

that this city is still waiting for spring.

The air is cold, but my heart leans toward warmth.

I let myself rest in that single line of sunlight.

I want to remember this moment quietly.

Even my footsteps hesitate.

The city says nothing,

but its silence is louder than any words.

Light leaves a mark as it passes.

Even when the shadow returns,

the warmth remains inside.

This landscape wrapped up the day with gentle care.