Looks like even the cliffs are jealous of the ship’s view.

A cruise ship slid across the horizon with an air of effortless grandeur. Its white hull gleamed in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the rugged cliffs that framed either side of its path. The Tasman Sea stretched wide and restless around it, as if reluctant to let this giant pass unchallenged. I couldn’t help but marvel at how something so massive could move with such grace. The cliffs stood watch in silence, their jagged edges softened by tufts of green. I found myself wondering about the lives onboard—were they gazing out at these very cliffs or lost in their own worlds? The breeze carried a faint hint of salt and something else—perhaps eucalyptus from somewhere inland. It was a moment suspended between movement and stillness, between departure and arrival.