In the breath of dawn - between ebb and awakening

The world holds its breath. The gentle twilight still envelops Sivalai Beach on Koh Mook, while the sea has retreated as if to make room for a moment of silence. A longtail boat rests abandoned on the damp sand, its slender bow facing the open water as if it is just waiting for the next tide.
Over the horizon, the sky begins its soft play of colours - delicate shades of pink mingle with the deep blue of the night, while scudding clouds gently welcome the first rays of light. The reflection of the early morning is reflected in the shallow water, which shimmers in reddish tones and gently frames the boat.
No sound breaks through the scenery, except perhaps the distant call of an awakening bird. The air is filled with the freshness of the beginning tide, while the boat remains motionless - a silent witness to the eternity between high and low tide, between darkness and day.
It is a moment of pure stillness, a pause before the first light of dawn. And for a moment, it seems as if this peaceful sight belongs only to time itself.