The sun seems to be playing hide-and-seek with the trees.

The sun dipped lower, as if retreating into the horizon with an air of quiet dignity. I stopped for a moment by the water’s edge, where the light scattered across gentle ripples like shards of gold. The buildings stood in solemn contrast, their windows catching faint glimmers of the day’s last radiance. A lone ferry drifted in the distance, its silhouette almost blending into the darkening landscape. The air was still warm but carried a hint of coolness that hinted at nightfall. I watched as a small group gathered near the pier below, their laughter faint but persistent enough to remind me that life here never truly paused.