A Walk Along the Harbor: Fishing boats settling, ropes creaking, day ending

Isla Merriweather

The day’s work is done, and the harbor knows it. Boats settle into their berths, ropes creak against the pilings, and the water goes still and dark. This is a slow walk along the docks as the light fades: the last calls of gulls, the gentle knock of hulls, the quiet that settles over a working place at rest. Unhurried and steady, it settles the mind the way the harbor settles for the night.