They live near the sea, they start the day before sunrise, they work all day on their fishing boats, they speak the language of the water, wind and sun. They search for their fish, they are guided by signs only a fisherman can translate, by coordinates, by subtle movements of wind, water and clouds. They told me they only find balance when at sea, in the midst of it, where peace lives. On land they get nervous until the next dive.
Day One Hundred Eighty Five, July 26, 2011