Quite evening in the village, dogs bark now and then, they don’t bother
me anymore. The cruel heat has gone I have watered the flowers and
the bushes, which are slowly losing their bloom, autumn is here and it
is time for slumber. So many years spent on iron ships only seeing
the endless sea, yet there is a part of me who long for the oceans, but
not for the ships I sailed. Many a moon lit night I have leaned on
a railing listening to the sigh of the seas guessing what message it had
for me. My years as a seafarer was not wasted I have read hundreds of
books, learned about other cultures and respect for the rage of nature.
Twenty years in Paradise I shall not complain and ask for more, but it is
time for me to leave, age demands it, and that’s ok, I shall not travel
far only to the nearest town, I can visit my landscape when I need to.