The sea is a golden hue from the setting sun’s farewell.
Suddenly, a ship emerges as if given birth by the earth.
I watch as it makes its way, slowly into the channel.
A lazy plume of brown smoke dissembles in the twilight.
The ship’s path now defined by the wake it reveals.
So out of place it seems to me;
Disembodied, Mechanical, Impersonal.
It appears to have escaped from time without purpose.
I see no resemblance to the nature it traverses.
Upon quiet reflection, the ship acquires its own destiny,
As it moves silently across the shimmering Baltic Sea.
Making its way ever closer to me, and I think how
Beautiful this would be photographed for posterity.
In such a place I come to see;
Tranquility, Harmony, Majesty.
I raise the lens to my eye to frame the sea and sky.
My finger upon the shutter, and then -
A blast from the ship’s horn rips through the air.
I lower my camera in a state of sudden despair.