Description
Boats gather in gentle communion, their hulls cradled by still water,
Each reflection a memory, soft and unspoken,
Mirroring the stories that linger between sea and sky.
Birds rise in silent arcs above the masts,
Carrying with them the promise of open horizons,
While the monochrome light weaves nostalgia through every ripple,
Turning the ordinary into a sanctuary for the soul.
Here, time slows.
The world is distilled to its essence:
Light, shadow, water, and the silent poetry of waiting.
In this harbor, I find a piece of myself—
A quiet place to pause, to remember, and to dream.
