There are such moments in life — the most pleasant ones — they are best enjoyed alone: the first second when you enter the cold sea barefoot, when you read some books, when you see in the morning that snow has fallen overnight, when you wake up on your birthday… There are other moments — their miracle can be felt only by looking into the eyes of another.

But next to the sea, the scale of any grief narrows, the boundaries are blurred — this greatness absorbs everything around. And suddenly, finding yourself in this abyss, you forget yourself, you become different.

Your mind and passion are the rudder and sails of your soul floating on the sea. If your sails are torn or the rudder is broken, you can only rush through the waves and float with the current or stand motionless in the open sea.