The empty waterfront

The horizon a line inaccessible to the empty waterfront. No one is here. No ship is visible. Only the emptiness exists as a testimony of the lethargy that has shrouded even this ever-increasing rain like a shroud.

Where is the feeling? Where is the romantic painting I had painted in the hidden garden of my mind? I even missed that sweet illusion of meeting you.

Only rain.

I know very well that years later, the only thing I will recall the sound of rain is when I see a photo like this one filled with digital dust.