Marina - Y161

By mid-morning the scene shifted. Families drifted in, laughter ricocheting off the pilings. An old man in a faded captain’s hat told a child about constellations while pointing to the patterns of scuff marks along his boat’s hull—the memory of a reef avoided, a storm weathered. A young couple argued gently over navigation apps and which cove to explore; they patched the argument with a picnic and a promise to return at sunset.