Femance

Spring 2024

WIND IN ITS SAILS

I was sitting at the Port Lympia, sipping my coffee. The sun set behind the harbour and the sunlight shimmered on the water. The yachts sailed towards the horizon with a flock of seagulls flying over the sea. I closed my eyes imagining myself up with the sun, gone with the wind. I hoped for a gust of wind to remove my chaos and a breeze to feel alive like the sailboats wandering on the sea.