CHRISTIAN MATA

The water ripples under me; the sound that creates when hits the wood of the dock makes me feel pleased. The wind carries a warm breeze with a soft smell of salt that goes through my nose and wakes my senses. The clarity of the water lets you appreciate the bottom like it has no secret to hide. The sunlight illuminates all the panorama, my eyes see no end of the immense ocean; just the turquoise of the water blending with the bright blue of the sky. And I’m here, standing on an old dock looking to the different huts, which the absence of people lets them remain peacefully in their circle. The sober combination of browns from the huts in harmony with vivid mixture of blues create the perfect balance of a real paradise.