Movement

The wind blows while seagulls float, resting together, being caressed in natural motion; the innate coreography of Earth. While high tide approaches they use the shore as a shelter. They are protected, they seem at home.

I witness this motion while standing still in the other side of the watery boundary: the land. Their movement makes me aware of my own natural rythm: breathing while rotating.

This state of becomingness allows us to remain in constant transition, in a place in between where distance in time and space make us aware of our own existance.