Even the rocks seem to be lounging at this sleepy bay.

The air was heavy with the scent of salt and earth as I wandered closer to the water’s edge. The sand beneath my boots was cool now, its earlier warmth stolen by the retreating sun. A single boulder sat like a sentinel in the shallows, its surface worn smooth by countless tides. The sky above seemed undecided—caught between the fiery hues of sunset and the deepening blues of twilight. Somewhere behind me, a bird called out once and then fell silent. It was as though even nature itself had paused to watch the day dissolve into night. The bay felt alive in its stillness, a quiet reminder that beauty often speaks in whispers.