Seashells
He grew up a terrestrial animal with an irrational fear of water. Yet he dreamed of a vast blue…
He grew up a terrestrial animal with an irrational fear of water. Yet he dreamed of a vast blue…
We stumble upon a lonely boat moored on the beach. It’s a small fishing trawler. Air is filled with a piscine odor that the sea wind is unable to carry away. We stand there before it in fading daylight, our eyes tracing its preposterous curve from bow to stern…
Warmth of the sun and coldness of the breeze. A wide azure sky above. Dark sand and seawater underneath. Tiny white crabs shuffle in the water. Nearer to the sea, waves break against the feet…