When a chimney tries to steal the spotlight from the Opera House.

The harbor stretched out before me like a canvas of movement and stillness. A ferry glided across the water, its wake briefly disturbing the calm blue surface before vanishing into nothingness. The Opera House stood at ease on its perch, its sails gleaming under the late sun as if it had just been polished for this moment. The chimney nearby caught my eye—a relic of another time, standing tall despite being dwarfed by its surroundings. It felt oddly proud in its solitude. Below me, the streets hummed quietly with life; a cyclist zipped past while a couple debated directions in hushed tones. I leaned against the railing for a moment longer, letting the breeze carry with it fragments of conversations I’d never know.