Chapter 2. Skyline

The waves gently beat against the side of the boat as if caring hands stroked the hair of a beloved woman sitting comfortably at the window, waiting for a storm. The boat was in no hurry to cut the waves, and she succumbed to them as if she wanted them to become her guide. The oars lay humbly at her feet, like faithful dogs, full of calm when the master is at home. All around the boat was only the blue of the endless sea. There was not a single figure on which one could stop his gaze and make the goal of his journey. Her eyes were fixed forward. If you were sitting next to her, you would certainly ask where she was looking. It may seem that she has spotted land or a lighthouse and will hea...View all