In a calm port city, dusk arrived slowly, sweeping the sky with a tinge of golden orange. The sun began to sink in the western horizon, creating a soft reflection of light on the surface of a calm water. The sea breeze blows slowly, carrying a distinctive salty and fine roar of the large ships that are resting.
The dock began to be quiet. The loading and unloading activity has been completed, leaving a footprint of the workers and rows of empty benches staring at the sea. The large ship stood still like a tired giant after a long journey, the silhouette looked dramatic under the burning sky.
On one of the benches, sat an old man, wearing a shabby hat and a thick jacket. He looked at the sea with a gaze full of memories. In this place, he used to work as a port technician, watching the ship that came and went. Now, he only becomes a connoisseur of twilight, permeating every second the beauty of the day runs away.
The atmosphere of the pier at that time was so peaceful, as if the time stopped for a moment to give space for the sky and the sea to be integrated in harmony. In the distance, the sound of seagulls and slowly cliping the chain of the ship became the closing song from the almost perfect day.
Dusk at the end of the dock is a portrait of a simple moment, but holds the depth of taste. About the beauty that comes without a promise, and about the separation that comes calmly.
That all.. Thanks for all
