Day of miracles

The rising waves, their sound, the spray, the rain pouring on my car’s window..the day of miracles. The smile..it does a wonder because it is at that unexpected moment. The sun goes golden on the sea at the horizon. Then the golden travels over the waves, all that distance, over those waves, towards the promenade where we stand. It looks like a spotlight on us. As if we are on a stage and the waves are watching us as we stand under the halo.

The sea makes you lonely sometimes when you stand watching it alone. The sea seems beautiful when you watch it with someone. Day of miracles..