Twilight at the Port of Gothenburg

I was down by “Röda Sten” (landmark at the port of Gothenburg), the blue hour sweeping over Gothenburg’s harbor entrance, tugboats resting still at Nya Varvet. The majestic cranes loaded a ferry on the horizon, the sky shifting from red to yellow. The evening breeze drifted into the city as the sun disappeared. The night has arrived.