The boat is securely moored between snow-capped mountains and longs for spring.

"The boat lies securely moored between snow-capped mountains and longs for spring"
 Between steep, dark mountains with snow still clinging to their peaks, a tired boat rests in still waters. The old wooden hull bears the marks of many seasons — of work, weather, and waiting. Clad in a simple exterior and tied down with ropes that have defied both wind and time, it lies there — a memory of busy summer days and bright nights.
 The clouds hang low over the landscape, and a melancholy rests in the air. The fjord reflects a world in slumber, where everything waits for the warmth to once again lure life back. The boat, silent but not forgotten, turns its gaze towards the distance – where the first light of spring will one day break through the cloud cover and call it back to the waves.