Weather stories
It was an early morning on the shore of the Black Sea. It was still dark. Pitch black. A yellow disc had started to rise from the sea. The disc was quite small. Like a coin. Someone near me was wondering what was rising? The moon or the sun? It was strange not knowing what it was. It was like time had stopped and there was an uncertainty about what was going to follow in the future. The night or the day?
Costinesti-Romania, Summer 1993
