Jun 20, 2021
3 min read
The Mirror and Me
The man staring back
Some men come from mountain ranges, others from vast plains, a few the endless seas. It is that man, a man born of the waters, a man whose eyes measure no distance but the depth of the swells.
I am such a man.
A man born of the ocean. No different to the Spanish farmer returning from a day in the orchards. Or the Swiss mountain guide, whose every…
