Glistening in the magnificent turquoise waters, a school of fish emerged for their morning feed. Thousands of millions of fish migrated through the gorgeous sea just tempting the young fisherman, who had been waiting for the perfect catch since the night before. Every first Tuesday of the month he ventured out hoping for that ideal catch that would leave his family proud.
He started his trips out to the great waters with his grandfather at six years old.
Though he died that year, the boy, at age 26, still continued to dedicate his livelihood to his grandfather’s love of fishing. The school’s beauty tempted him to get a closer look.
Each inhale of the salty air with wind blowing his hair awry empowered his whole being. The bright blue skies with clouds which each represented some sort of figure.
This was his place of being; a place where he truly felt at peace with himself.
Home.