Photo of Me Coming Home From the Restaurant Looking Tired
Hello Steemians lovers.
Today I want to share a recent moment with my friends on Steemit. For me, photos can truly be a bridge, especially on Steemit, which is a community-based community, not just about likes, but truly connecting people. Through shared photos, we can get to know each other and strengthen our bonds of brotherhood, even though we're from different countries and far away.
Okay, today I want to share a complete story to accompany your photo of your night on a motorcycle.
It was past 9 o'clock. The restaurant had started clearing out the seats. On our table were empty plates, glasses of iced tea with only ice cubes, and the remains of unfinished laughter.
"Let's go home," my friend said. I nodded and climbed onto the back of his motorcycle. I put my bag on my lap and secured my jacket. The night wasn't cold, but the breeze was enough to keep my eyes open again after a full meal.
The streetlights came on one by one, a warm yellow, making the asphalt look wet even though it wasn't raining. The motorcycle moved slowly, cutting through the night, which was now devoid of horns.
At a red light, I glanced in the rearview mirror. I saw my face: my glasses were still on even though it was night, even though I was wearing a hijab, but Her hair was a bit messy from the wind, but her smile couldn't lie. Tired, full, happy.
“Stop for a minute,” I said. She braked. I pulled out my phone, “Snap.”
Click. This photo became this.
No poses. Just me sitting on the back of a motorbike, with streetlights and the darkness of Medan as the backdrop. A simple photo, but for me, it's the most honest photo this week. It tells a story: about a friend who treated me to a meal, about a random conversation that left me losing track of time, about a walk home that felt like I didn't want to rush.
That's why I'm sharing it on Steemit. I'm not trying to show off after leaving a restaurant. I just miss having friends. And I'm sure you've been in this phase too, right? Riding on a motorbike together at night, not saying anything but feeling like you're being accompanied.
Hopefully, this photo I'm sharing can strengthen our friendship. If tomorrow you suddenly miss an old friend because of this photo, chat Just treat her to a meal. She'll ride home as a pillion. From Medan, 9 PM, I send my regards.
Be careful on your way home, everyone.
Thanks You.
