At the seashore
Closer to the evening I took a motorboat to the Vistula Spit. I missed it after my previous visit 4 years ago. Clouds were floating across the sky, covering the sky above the sea. It got darker and began to drizzle. On the rocks fussed many cormorants and loud seagulls. I found shelter in the ruins of the fort to stay dry and began to paint the sea. Despite the weather people were strolling through the fort. But when human voices faded, it seemed as that there were no people here, only I, the infinitely far sea, rocks and seagulls, soaking under the drizzling rain, catching the currents of the wind.