Water

The fragility of our structures within the momentary quietness of the sea. The relationship between sea-birds and infinite landscapes. The quiet tide slowly stirring the sands while playing with uprooted weeds it pushes up the gentle slopes. The crystal-white sea-water, stilled while wrapping itself around black rocks. The greens from riverbank trees skittering over eddies, currents flowing by, forgotten rivers. The emotions from those waters which flow within and grow through us, just looking, yes just.