Freewrite || Morning Warmth in a Traditional Market Corner

Situated in a corner of this traditional market, the atmosphere felt lively, even though it was still early morning. A vendor was displaying his wares bunches of fresh bananas neatly arranged on a simple cart made of wood and iron. His face was calm, perhaps accustomed to the same routine every day: preparing his wares, waiting for customers to arrive, and negotiating prices with a sincere smile.

The market roof, covered with colorful tarpaulins, added to the distinctive feel of a traditional market, a place where stories of simple life intermingled with the hustle and bustle of small-scale economic activity. Behind him, old buildings with faded paint loomed, as if silent witnesses to the passage of time and the changing times. Electrical cables dangled in the air, forming an intricate web, a symbol of the interconnected life in this place.

The red and white flag fluttered atop the market poles, a reminder that beneath this simplicity, a strong national spirit still lurked. Meanwhile, several people milled about some buying, some simply checking prices, and still others simply passing by on their motorbikes on the side of the road.

From a distance, the distinctive aroma of the market wafted over: a mix of fresh fruit, wet earth, and a hint of street dust. All combined in a harmony that can only be found in places like this places where life never truly stops, but continues to revolve in a warm, tangible daily rhythm.

Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.

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