The afternoon sky began to be golden orange when my steps tread the small pier at the end of this port. The long journey along the north coast finally took me to a quiet but full of charm. A small port that seemed hidden behind the curve of the hill and the border of the waves. In the distance, fishing boats rested calmly, swing softly by benign waves.
The remaining sunlight sweeps the surface of the water, creating a golden sparkle that is soothing. The gray sky with thick clouds adds to the sad feel, as if the nature is closing the curtains of the day slowly and full of feelings. There is no hustle and bustle of the city, there is no engine sound or horn. What was heard was only the sea breeze and occasionally the sound of the seagulls crossed.
I sat on the edge of the dock, observing the light that slowly disappeared behind the hills. This is where every trip is tired as if erased. This place is not just a stop, but a moment to understand that beauty is not only in magnificent places, but also in simplicity such as dusk in this lonely port.