In a corner of a coastal village, an old blue wooden boat sits quietly parked. It's no ordinary boat. It's a silent witness to the long journey of a fisherman and his family, navigating the ocean waves in search of a morsel of hope. Now, it rests under the shade of a shady tree, like a warrior enjoying peace after years of battling storms.
The blue hue of the boat's hull has faded, rusted in places. But that's precisely where its beauty lies: the honesty of the passage of time. Above it lie loosely woven nets, perhaps waiting to be re-stitched. All of this symbolizes that life is not always whole, but it can still be repaired.
The tree that shelters it grows wild, its roots and branches stretching out as if embracing the boat. It's as if nature understands that the boat is tired and needs a place to shelter, to heal its wounds. Through the green leaves, sunlight penetrates, providing a warm reminder that hope always comes, even in silence.
The surrounding atmosphere is quiet. The only sounds were the rustling leaves of the wind and the occasional distant rooster call. Yet the silence felt meaningful. It was like an invitation to reflect, to pause for a moment from the hustle and bustle of the world, and learn from the simple things we often overlook.
Perhaps one day, this boat will sail the seas again, bringing new enthusiasm, seeking sustenance from the depths of the ocean. Or perhaps it will remain there, a small monument that continues to tell its story to anyone willing to listen.
Because beneath that silence and serenity lies longing, hard work, and undying love.
| Photographer | Smartphone used | Location |
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 @gunting | Realme C53 | Aceh Province. Indonesian Country. |
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