Quiet at the shipyard on a cold winter day in February

Quiet at the shipyard on a cold winter day in February
 The old schooner Valentine rests on the bed, lifted from its natural element, like a sleeping giant. Her masts stretch against the pale winter sky, where the last rays of sunlight color the air in a soft golden hue. The ice lies in thin layers on the ground, a silent witness to the February cold, while the warm lights of the shipyard glow through the cracks of the wood, a contrast to the crisp winter air.
 It is a pause in the work, a temporary silence where the ravages of time are allowed to rest. Rigs and ropes hang like lines in a painting of tradition and craftsmanship, a picture of an era when sailing ships were the very lifeblood between coasts and continents.
 In a few weeks, perhaps hammers and saws will once again fill the air, the sound of preparations for new voyages, new horizons. But right now, on this cold winter day, Valentine rests in peace – a majestic symbol of past voyages and future adventures.