Silhouette of palm tree and ship at sunset, NSW
The palm tree seems to be waving goodbye to the sun.
The path curved gently ahead, its edges softened by shadows cast from the towering palm trees. The air carried a faint tang of salt that seemed to sharpen as I neared the railing. Across the shimmering water, a tall ship drifted with an almost theatrical grace—its masts cutting clean lines against the golden sky. A lone figure walked past me, their silhouette merging briefly with the tree’s shadow before disappearing further down the path. I paused to watch as the light played tricks on the surface of the harbor; it was hard to tell where water ended and sky began. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear the low hum of an approaching ferry. It felt like everything here had its own rhythm—unhurried but deliberate.