Sunset…

Somewhere in the Pacific on the TRIEUX February 1977 …

I spend more and more time at the beach at night, when I’m not watching, watching the sunset. It’s amazing the differences of color that the sky takes at that time depending on where I am on this little planet that is ours, the air temperature and the clouds. It’s a moment of isolation I miss when I’m down. It changes me from the promiscuity of the edge. The soft, purring sound of the machines is covered by the sound of the water beaten by the propellers.

The first night I went up the beach after a few days at sea, I was alone. Then some sailors came, then some officers in their turn. There is a kind of extraordinary communion that was established at that time. More grades, more differences … No one speaks, everyone can isolate themselves a few meters from each other but we feel brothers and lonely at the same time face the immensity and beauty of this rare moment.

Every night is different, ephemeral moments in the long run of time.

This impression of power that one feels when watching the sun disappear into the pure horizon that nothing encumbrances, slowly, slowly but surely in a sort of peaceful race …

Ho! Man, always you will cherish the sea …

Poor earthlings …

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