Ocean Sounds For Deep Sleeping (Dark Screen 12hours)

The first light of dawn paints the sky in delicate shades of rose and lavender, casting a soft glow over the tranquil waters. The air is crisp, filled with the briny scent of the sea, and the world feels untouched, as if the day holds a secret yet to be revealed. As a fisher, this moment, right before the world awakens, is sacred.

I step onto my boat, its timeworn wooden planks creaking gently beneath my feet, a sound familiar and comforting. With practiced ease, I release the ropes binding it to the dock and let the gentle push of the tide set us adrift. The boat’s motor hums to life, and we glide smoothly over the mirror-like surface of the water, leaving behind a trail of ripples that shimmer in the dawn’s light.

The only sound that accompanies me is the soft lapping of the calm waves against the boat’s hull. It’s a rhythmic, soothing melody that speaks of ancient tales and timeless journeys. With every gentle rock of the boat, the worries of the world seem to drift further away, replaced by a profound connection to the vast expanse of the sea.

Seagulls, the early risers of the ocean, soar overhead, their silhouettes dark against the gradually brightening sky. They call out to one another, their cries echoing the song of the sea. In the distance, the faint outline of neighboring boats emerges, each fisher on their own quest, bound by the same love for the ocean’s embrace.

As the boat ventures further from the shore, a sense of anticipation fills the air. The day ahead holds the promise of a bountiful catch, of stories to be woven and memories to be made. But for now, in this fleeting moment of dawn, it’s just me, my boat, and the infinite horizon, united by the gentle rhythm of the waves and the timeless call of the sea.