I stand mesmerized. Dawn brings serenity’s beauty rippled patterns glisten on black sea gulls hover over softly churning wake.
Moving patterns of white wings against dark greens and grey rock edges the occasional light house turns its eye wood frame homes nestle in their woods.
The ship slowly glides in dark waters silent through Sweden’s archipelago guardian isles to myriad lines of ancestry protector, barrier from encroaching cities.
A lone welcome call from among the gulls pierces the still air with its starkness primitive in nature and surely also heard by our grandfather and his and his.