The Ferry That Had No Destination
A soft travel note about stepping onto a ferry without knowing the destination — and finding that stillness can be its own arrival.
A soft travel note about stepping onto a ferry without knowing the destination — and finding that stillness can be its own arrival.
There were four tables.None of them matched.One wobbled every time the wind nudged it. The river beside us didn’t rush. It didn’t speak, either.It just moved — like it had nothing to prove. The noodles came quietly. Thick broth. Soft bite.A little pepper, a little warmth.No garnish trying too hard. The woman who served it …
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