Sitting in silent contemplation on the ebbing tide, surrounded by sea slick rocks of ocher orange and translucent liquid. Seeded with salty brine and buoyant reflective particles of white, black current purple blush and grey watermarks.
He listens to his inner voice and contemplates, how gravity pulls the Earth around the sun, and the Moon around the Earth, creating the tides. Becoming aware of the of the ever-present sound of the sea, feeling comforted. He is not alone. He is interwoven into the tapestry of nature, inspired by all the sounds of silence.