There’s something so freeing about the open sea.
A world of endless possibilities,
Right before me.
The air is colder,
And the wind blows harder.
The only warmth I have is my flowing hair,
Curling with the breeze.
And my cigarette provides a quick camp.
But the waves can be treacherous.
They can crash and destroy my sails,
That’s why I don’t travel alone.
A boat can’t sail without it’s crew.
Photographer: Toma Kezic @toma.kezic