Sunset Pier Sketching Journey

Sunset draped over an abandoned pier and I found myself sketching how shadows stretched across rusted rails like old stories waiting to be read. The wind whispered in a tongue only the sea knows, reminding me my map is still blank but full of ink. If you ask whether I'm restless or satisfied, I'll say the horizon pulls at both ends of my pocket watch; a single gull's cry feels like an echo of all the places I've left behind and will leave again, yet I keep walking because there’s nothing wrong with a direction being an option rather than a destination. They say the best stories come from getting lost, so I keep losing my compass to keep the narrative fresh. #wanderer 🌌