You keep looking at the sea and you start to miss being with people;
you stay around people all the time and you just want to go look at the sea. Haruki Murakami, Hear the Wind Sing
The sparkling silver mirror surface of the water makes me wonder if life is linear or if it is a carousel that brings me back to you in the beginning when You showed me these waters… The memory of Us, a shadow passing the surface of eternity… Do we leave any trace or just a reflection of a bird captured for a second above the silky water surface… A second that lasts forever...