Still Water, Holding Night

As evening settles, the harbor exhales into quiet symmetry. The last light drifts across water darkened to glass, reflecting rooftops, masts, and a sky heavy with passing weather. The moon lingers behind clouds, not illuminating so much as observing, while distant lamps sketch faint lines of warmth along the quay. It is a moment suspended between movement and rest, where the town recedes and the water remembers everything.