No matter what time of day, the bridge always seems to be packed with fishermen. Standing there, shoulder to shoulder, some of them in conversation, others silently contemplating the ripples of the world beneath them.
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.
A warm, unspoken invitation to explore and unravel, with love in your heart, the marvels of our world.
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.