The twilight slowly down, incised the golden color in the western horizon that was combined softly with a jet blue cloud clouds. In the small dock, the sea seemed calm, only occasionally ripped by the gusts of wind that brought the salty aroma typical of the beach. Rows of fishing boats anchored silently, as if to rest after a day of sea.
People seemed to walk casually on the edge of the dock, enjoying the last seconds of sunlight before it really sank. They talked lightly, accompanied by the sound of seagulls that crossed the distance. The atmosphere was quiet, only combined with small water pounding the port wall.
The dark blue sky that hung as if describing the balance between shade and beauty. Dusk there is not just a scene, but a pause where time stops for a moment, giving room for the heart to absorb simple peaceful but so deep. The dock was also transformed into a silent witness, that behind the busy day, there is always a beautiful space in the twilight that teaches the meaning of calm.