Vesperal Descent

It stands as the last outpost at the edge of sight, its weathered timber a stark silhouette against the pastel wash of dusk. The steps offer no return from the shore, only a quiet path leading down into the cool, reflective stillness of the water. Above, the sky is a flawless gradient, a field of color that bleeds into its own perfect image on the faintly rippled surface. This pier remembers countless evenings just like this one, a silent fulcrum between the tangible world and the liquid unknown. It is less a structure and more a question poised in the tranquil air, a threshold awaiting a final, contemplative step.