I dreamt I was carving a spoon on a dock

I'm on a wooden dock an hour before a storm, carving a spoon with a knife I've had since boot camp. There's a man beside me I can't quite see, but the quiet between us feels steady, not heavy. When the rain finally comes down, I realise the spoon was never for eating with — it was just something to keep my hands busy while we sat together. Woke up and the silence in the room felt like company.