Keep moving on

A small fishing boat aproaches the bay as man stand tall at the bow, eyes shut, feeling the chill, salty breeze of the morning genlty touch his face. A flock of seaguls welcome him with their distant caws as the first rays of light paint the water in a thousand tones of yellow. Tall rocky mountains embrace the mouth of the bay and a thick morning myst cover the water, bluring the faint lamplights of the distant town, making it a dreamy sight, with its big ships floating over a thin carpet of golden clouds.