Sometimes it is necessary to focus on what is, at a given moment.
Even if I would have chosen to be somewhere else.
I cannot just be where I want to be.
There are many beautiful places on Earth,
and I remember many of those that I hold so close to me.
But at night, when it is quiet around me,
the island I sometimes call mine,
keeps coming back to me in all shapes and sizes,
about the sea, the light, the roaring sounds of wind,
the mirrorlike waters, the stillness and simple profanity...