The day opens like a slow dissolve: sand still cool, sea still deciding its mood, clouds stacked like old props waiting for their cue. Somewhere off-screen, pressure cookers hiss and the pans crackle, but the frame stays faithful to the basics. Horizon, waterline, work.
Fisherfolk gather around a boat the way a crew gathers around a scene: small instructions, shared weight, the calm competence of people who know exactly what the morning demands. Then the cut: one figure alone, bent into the task, the ocean wide enough to make solitude feel both brave and ordinary. And finally the long shot: waves like a soft applause, the boat reduced to a punctuation mark, insisting that scale is not the point.
