I am waiting for the northwest wind: if the winds blow and make the sea surface vibrate with endless waves…
Then I start walking on the foreshore, westwards of Maronti bay. I could get there with a taxi boat, of course. I have an ancestral link with this area of sand and warm steams, results of the still active secondary volcanism. There are few of us. I am diving. I am swimming against the current with my eyes closed in order to avoid the rays of sun rebounds. I slow down the pace of the strokes. Warmth is enveloping . When I come out of the water, the wind dries me in a second. Magic.
