I escape for a much needed respite to the island of Hvar-a big storm approaches as I set foot on the island. This is where it all started--my unrest, a knowing that change was coming and that I would return.
On this island one can find peace and one can feel alone. Two days of rain--too much time on my hands--I am forced to rest and ponder.
The sky clears; I sit on the shore. A lonely fisherman passes--a day to seize-the sea is a translucent mirror--he moves towards and away from the shore searching--each time closer. I notice that a haze in the distance masks a distant coast--I can see mountains--they seem to rest on the water.
I recognize this horizon--this land, it is my story , our story...
We search, often restlessly, for the answers-- often times unable to see.
It is in rest and contemplation when we are able to see--the horizon...
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