These days I am so tired and restless…till a state it’s so hard to find a good night of sleep and rest…
How I long for peaceful reveries…
Somehow I found a point of anchorage in this bizarre routine of my life…between two dossiers at the office…
My office is located relatively near the harbor and my floor has a beautiful view of the harbor and the splendid sight of the ocean from the horizon…
So whenever I had to move along my department, my gaze will automatically linger to have a glimpse of the ocean and the harbor…
watching those ships anchoring or paving their way through the wide ocean…is like a animated painting with new portrays of ships being crafted with ever changing tones of the sea…illustrating the daily mood of the ocean…
I won’t ever forget the beautiful scene that the rain presented once …how the rain was falling with the dark grey menacing the sky and the ocean turning to a grey tone…with a lonely ship frozen in this picture….
I then wonder how it would be if I was on board on those lonely crafts …
following the call of the ocean….
