Hei There
Sleepy, late afternoon ... or rather it's already evening. The ubiquitous silence gives the impression that the world has stopped. Only the traces in the sand reveal that someone was here before.
The sun sinks its face in the surface of water, checking whether it looks better in red or orange.
Water, trying to chase away boredom, melts trees, plants and houses in its reflection.
The stop on the pier indicates: the clear road ahead, or the gloomy road back. I chose the first one ...