Last Farewell

And I looked over my shoulder to see how the last glimmer of light coming from the lighthouse disappear into the oblivion...we both knew this was our final farewell.

With that event behind me, I knew the ocean had spoken to me once again, "Follow the stars" whispered the wind in my ear, and with the memory of those good days at the lighthouse sinking in my gray ocean I sail again... without a map, without a route... just with the wind and the mysteries that this ocean will bring to me.

Hector Kokubunji