The bridge seems to be stretching just to catch the last rays of the sun.

The water churned gently beneath me as the ferry left a foamy trail in its wake. Above, the bridge stretched like a giant arm across the harbor, its silhouette darkening against the amber glow of the setting sun. The city stood on the other side, its skyscrapers glinting faintly as if reluctant to let go of the light. The skyline had a certain rhythm to it—a mix of sharp edges and soft reflections that seemed to mirror the ebb and flow of life here. I caught sight of a seagull hovering momentarily before diving toward the waves, its wings slicing through the air with effortless precision. The horizon held steady, as if guarding secrets only visible at this fleeting hour. It felt as though time had slowed just enough for me to notice everything at once.