Settling at the End of Day-Belfast Bubb there’s a kind of magic

there’s a kind of magic when we come together

sharp and unyielding

mending what keeps life steady

Gliding down the Intracoastal Waterway as the morning stirs to life

a lone ship drifting toward the horizon

Settling at the End of Day-Belfast Bubb there’s a kind of magicGolden light drapes itself over the harbor, casting a quiet glow on the boats as they sway in the still water. Masts reach toward the sky, their reflections stretching down into the glassy surface below. The air hums with the slow rhythm of a place that knows the tides wellwhere the day lingers just a little longer, and the water holds onto every last bit of warmth before nightfall.