Resting Vessel
A boat rested on the sand. Small, modest, yet full of stories. Its hull was gently embedded in the golden sand, tilted as if waiting—waiting for the old fisherman who sets out to sea every day, striving to provide for his family and wondering what the next day will bring.
A shadow spread across the deck, carrying with it the silence of all the hours spent on the water. It had been a witness to his daily struggle, a quiet helper and a tool that never protested, only fulfilled its purpose.
There was no tension in it, no chase for fame—only a calm that radiated from its very existence. The rowboat was simple, at rest, ready to set out again when the fisherman returns.
A humble witness, a friend, and a helper in the everyday struggle with the sea.
