3 • Seafolk Village

Rising on the west coast, the Seafolk Village is lying on the shore.

All the windows face the Sun, sailors are leading their men through the cold ocean waves, waiting the lighthouse, to come home to the restless wives.

A long distance memory that crashes miles away.

Folks are welcome to cheer up the town hall, otherwise in the deepest shade of grey, not even the Moon can help.

White sand is all over my shoes so I keep it in a glass jar to remember the bright day that every person forgets every night in the darkest clouds.