He had become the silent ruler of the coastline, despite the inherent sense of tragedy. Having arrived, at last, in his dominion, after losing his direction in the freedom of the waves.
With a stride, lighter than his father’s, yet feathered by the same old soil, he shone with pride, his eyes aglow with purpose.
A warm, unspoken invitation to explore and unravel, with love in your heart, the marvels of our world.
They stood by the ledge silently, framed by the sparkling blue sea, looking ahead with homebound longing while the sea parted beneath their feet.
The opportunity to find wisdom within. To find comfort in our own thoughts and feelings, when religion will speak to us of life hereafter, but little of the pain of our remaining days.