Standing Before the Lighthouse

On a drizzly evening, a boy with a backpack stands alone at the edge of a quiet shoreline, the warm light of a lighthouse reflected across the still water. A gentle yellow glow spills down from the lighthouse rising into the sky, shimmering long and soft across the rain-kissed water, creating an air of wistful longing. Wearing a white hoodie with one hand tucked in his pocket, the boy gazes into the distance with his head slightly bowed, looking toward the lights of a village across the water. On the far shore, a town with lit windows appears hazily through the mist, and another small lighthouse glows alone on the horizon. In this moment of pause on rain-washed rocks — whether the boy is headed somewhere new or finding his way back home, we cannot know — his silhouette speaks quietly of the solitary, bittersweet beauty of a journey. A deeply lingering work where light and water, rain and night come together in perfect harmony.