I WAS SEATED in a simple and small beach chair for hours in Ubatuba, Brasil. It was cloudy and the temperature was nice. The wind was blowing my face and the water was touching my feet every time.
I've just realised myself looking to the horizon line without blinking. My eyes was just blurred and all I wanted was staying in it, enjoying that peace. I've also realised myself observing the complexity of water. Wave after wave; line after line.
Suddenly it seemed to stop and the surface of water became flat and calm with no waves. It seems like someone just turned the ocean off. All I could hear was the noise of the wind blowing my ears. And then, the silence was broken by the swinging of water again.
Surfers knows that more than anyone. They were there, "playing the game of waiting" until the next wave.