Beholding the Horizon

The unexplained calmness of the vast Sea may be nothing more than an empty dream because with every fizzy wave the Unknown is one step closer to settling in.


Sail away

An odd smell of salt and sea floated persuasively all throughout the old harbor…Small boats awaited impatiently swinging along with each and every lonesome wave washing the cliffs

Where Winter reigns

Among all Seasons, the white one – so to say – seems to always be quite impressive: sometimes stirring, other times too silent in its seeming purity, the grace of Winter both transforms and makes her appearance as a proof that Spring may not be too far away…