The color of March sunshine

In March, the southern sun returns, its golden rays like silk stretching across the streets, weaving through the trees, dancing on the old tin roofs, and gently caressing the shoulders of those hurrying through the morning. Perhaps only when standing in the southern sun can one truly feel a tender and warm love, a love that is not ostentatious but sincere, just like the people of this land.

March sunshine in the city. Photo: MAI TRONG NGHI

The March sun in the South is no longer as harsh as in the early days of the year, nor is it shrouded in the hazy mist of winter in the North. It's a blend of the lingering dryness of the dry season and the sweet, clear light of the approaching rainy season. The Southern sun always has a unique charm; it doesn't blind people, it doesn't make anyone run away, but rather spreads and embraces everything with gentle tolerance.

I once spent my days wandering along those sun-drenched roads, letting the sunlight break through my skin, breathing in the distinctive scent of the southern land as the sun shone down on the scorched grasslands. Sometimes, I felt like a aimless traveler, strolling through the bustling city, just to gaze at the long streaks of sunlight on the ground, to listen to the stories told by the people of the South with their own warmth.

I remember one March afternoon during a business trip to the Mekong Delta, when I stopped at a small riverside cafe in Vinh Thuan, Kien Giang . The sun was high in the sky, casting rays of light onto the water, reflecting into tiny ripples of light drifting lazily along the current. The occasional sound of boats disturbed the peaceful atmosphere, but then quickly faded back into the quiet stillness of the Mekong Delta afternoon.

I love the way the sunlight filters through the tranquil early morning markets in the countryside, where mothers and aunts bustle about with bundles of vegetables and fish, their calls so enticing that you wouldn't want to buy, yet they still stir your heart. I love the way the sunlight dances on the brims of conical hats, imprinted on the tanned hands of street vendors. I also love the feeling of driving along suburban roads at midday, seeing the sunlight filtering through the oil palm trees, creating dappled patches of light on the asphalt. And I love the twilight hours, when the sun casts shadows on the canals, painting the sky a rosy hue, leaving an indescribable feeling of wistfulness in the eyes of the beholder.

March passes by amidst sun-drenched streets, the laughter of street vendors, the stories of motorbike taxi drivers, the gentle glances, and the sincere invitations of the people of this land. March in the South is not only a month of sunshine, but also a month of overflowing love, sharing, and tolerance.

March in the South is not just about sunshine, but also about human kindness...!

CAO MINH TÈO

Source: https://www.sggp.org.vn/mau-nang-thang-ba-post786166.html