Skagerrak

Skagerrak... A raging, restless sea, washing up shellfish, amber, and fishing gear. I looked at the bay and the movement of the sky above it. Huge rain clouds changed shape, and occasionally the rays of the sun broke through them, illuminating the breakers of the waves and the silhouettes of large ships on the horizon.

A strange and at the same time familiar feeling that I had returned to where I came from on this earth. Time counts back centuries, and instead of cargo ships, the outlines of longships are visible on the horizon and the Viking song is heard, intertwined with the cries of seagulls, like a fancy ornament.

... I looked at the phone screen. AIS works well - a small triangle, slowly moving on the map. The ship was heading towards the shores of Norway, and I knew that it was beyond the horizon, approximately where the sun's rays broke through the clouds, many miles away from me, and if I could rise to a height, I would see it. Internet and satellite communications seemed absurd in this pristine world. A deserted shore, the power of water, the primordial energy of which cleanses and at the same time gives me strength and a crystalline vision of the world, unclouded by vanity. A human becomes part of the universe and, like a ship, follows its route, through the waves.