Unbearable beauty of lightness. Ghostly brushstrokes over frozen Lielupe at sunset.
“The sea gives us the idea of the indefinite, the unlimited, and the infinite; and in feeling his own infinite in that Infinite, man is stimulated and emboldened to stretch beyond the limited.” Hegel
Today the sea was so silent that even gulls tried not to move and didn’t make any noise at all. Not to spoil the serene morning. I’ve read that fog above the sea is salty.
When a fog rises from the river or the sea and comes in my yard, the land of Fantasia only begins.