Every day I witnessed the movement of an ocean. Twice a day. The motion of low
and high tide changed appearance of the landscape. From the rocky bottom, full
with life and hidden treasures to the calmness of the see in a foggy morning. The
same way as the levels of water was rising and falling, I was walking alongside
the shore. No matter how far I went, I always found a way back. At least twice a
day. Walking became like a prayer, a way to know the landscape of the land and a
landscape of my inner self.
