Twilight Drift

Twilight Drift

Three yachts cut silently through the water, their sails taut with the last breath of evening wind. The waves shimmered like rose gold beneath the fading light. Sailors stood at the helm with their eyes fixed ahead and hearts attuned to the sea’s ancient rhythm.

There was no rush, no destination urgent enough to break the spell of a dusky, yellow fade. The yachts drifted in unison, the creaking of rigging and the soft hiss of waves the only sounds in the stillness. The sea held them in its embrace, a gentle force guiding their course as day slipped into night.

In the distance, the sun softened, sinking below the horizon as the yachts sailed into the melt. The twilight drift was not a time for battles against wind and tide, but for surrender; a surrender to the ocean’s timeless pull and quiet majesty.