I was down by the water when this fishing boat came rolling out past the breakwater.
There was this one swimmer out there, standing still in the waves like they were waiting for something.
The boat kept pushing forward, all business, while the surf kept breaking in slow sets.
It felt quiet but tense, like work and play crossing paths for a moment.
I stood there watching longer than I planned, since the whole scene felt like a small story unfolding on its own.
