The heat of the day is already leaving, taking with it the worries of the past day. A tired fisherman hurries to the port with a catch. The singing of cicadas still does not cease, and swallows fussily fly along the rocky shores. The yachts that stood up for the night parking seemed to freeze in anticipation of the morning, the water is almost completely calm. The rapid approach of night changes the pinkish-purple color of the sky, adding green hues.