Evening. Down at the harbor, a yellowish light brightens the paint finish of two boats. Waves are crashing majestically into the bay. Water rushes ashore, only to rejoin the tremendous sea again shortly after. Nightfall boosts all colors. The blue of the North Atlantic. The carefully drawn lines on the hulls. Even the pure white of the surf. Clouds darken the sky, yet still there is a beam of light, shining directly onto the lower harbor installation. A surreal scenery, exceptionally beautiful, and a magical moment at the harbor of Rituvík.