Found.

Longing

Waterside stone buildings along the harbour wall hold secrets within their silence.

Through what is locked, what is ruined, there is what remains. Beyond a staircase, a place between light and darkness exists. Solitary, with almost a sadness, two birds the quiet companions.

Perhaps this is peace. Shelter. Freedom from a world that asks too much. Whilst longing, for the light to lead the way.