The sea in winter
The sea in winter sounds like an oxymoron, inaccessible colours and unexpected sensations, able to reawaken an drive for discovery and a desire to dominate the elements.
Anyone who has sailed the grey sea with sails unfurled, the wind cutting your face and the sea spitting against you with all its might, well knows the many emotions reserved by this apparent oxymoron.
The sea in winter belongs to the heroes, the crazed and the dreamers. Sturm und drang, storm and stress, as the Romantics used to say and nothing is more intense or troubling than the spray standing out against a grey sky heavy with rain.
So fascinated was Pablo Neruda that he dedicated it one of his most beautiful poems.
Like the sea in winter,
may you always have a tailwind
and may the sun always shine on your face
and may the wind of destiny take you up on high, to dance with the stars.