Bollard and night

Watching over the bollard in the harbour when the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of fiery orange and dusky purple, the harbour comes alive with a symphony of sights and sounds, a tableau of maritime magic unfolding before my eyes. The evening breeze carries with it the tang of salt and seaweed, mingling with the aroma of freshly caught fish from the bustling docks.

Seagulls wheel and cry overhead, their raucous calls echoing off the weathered wooden piers. Ships of all shapes and sizes bob gently in the water, their masts swaying in rhythm with the tide. From sleek yachts to rugged fishing vessels, each boat tells its own story of adventure and exploration, of voyages across stormy seas and tranquil waters alike.

Along the waterfront promenade the bollard gives a nice fourground.The scent of sizzling seafood wafts from open-air cafes and restaurants, their tables spilling out onto the cobblestone streets. Lanterns flicker to life, casting a warm glow over the scene and beckoning passersby to linger a while longer in the embrace of the evening. 

Music starts to sound

As darkness descends, the harbour becomes a canvas for a spectacle of light and color. The twinkling lights of distant ships dance on the water’s surface, while the skyline sparkles with the glow of city buildings against the deepening twilight. Overhead, the first stars of the night emerge, pinpricks of silver against the velvet expanse of the sky.

From the docks, the sound of live music drifts on the breeze, drawing crowds of locals and tourists alike to dance and revel beneath the stars. The rhythm of guitars and drums mingles with the laughter of friends and the clink of glasses, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and celebration.

As I stroll along the harbour’s edge, I feel a sense of wonder and gratitude for the beauty that surrounds me. In this fleeting moment, amidst the ebb and flow of the tides, I find solace and serenity in the timeless allure of the sea. And as the evening unfolds, I cherish each passing moment, knowing that memories of this magical night will linger long after the stars have faded from the sky.