Look into the sea....
Sarah is chilling on the sand, drying after sea attack. Her book is gone. She had been sinked into somebody else’s world at the moment it happened. Now she is dreaming about the different.
There were nobody around when we came to this spot. Only the old fishnet, sea and the rocks. Who broke our silence? A dog with the black head or a girl in a blue shorts?
Sarah is sitting on the beach, looking into horizon.
The sea is storming, it has monsoon 'periods'. Like a lady it is fighting with a bad mood.
The dog is happy, it doesn’t care.
The girl doesn’t bother the dog.
Sarah doesn’t bother me.
And I am drawing...
Monsoon...
