
LAST LIGHT
The sun hangs low, a perfect red ember pressed against the horizon, dissolving into the haze. The sky is streaked in layers of fire and smoke, each shade bruised with the weight of evening. The pier cuts into the sea like a skeleton of forgotten days, its thin posts jagged, leaning, stubborn against time. Figures linger at the edge, faceless in silhouette, swallowed by the glow. The waves move slow, reflective, like they’re carrying the last light away.