Look quietly to things and discover how the sea foam is formed, how quickly it turns into water again, how does the sunlight reflect, what colour does it have? Tomorrow go try and find another sea, how is the sea foam formed in that sea?
A storm day wind blows and reminds me of the sea that I have once before sailed with my father. An autumn light and the boats swaying on shiny waves.
Freeze that moment and turn it into eternity.
As the days go by, I carefully observe the "present moment", the small gestures of things, how the sun touches these things, the design of the shapes, the shadows. The skin and the texture of a body, a stone, wood, water, tell a story, the slow passing of time in a cycle which tomorrow will repeat, but that is never the same. Intimate people and personal landscapes seem to become eternal, as if they were from another time.
Time is what we want things to be.