Regatta I

Beneath an orange-tinged sky that evokes the final glow of a day in gentle retreat, a lone yacht slips away across a wind-stirred lake. Its sails catch the dying light, creating a shimmering tableau upon the rippled surface. One senses a hush in the air, as though time itself has paused to watch the boat’s quiet passage. Far off on the horizon, where water and sky meld into a dreamy haze, the vessel drifts towards a place where wonder and longing converge.