The waves grew bigger by the minute and pounded on the keel. The boat, docked a few meters from shore, bobbed and crunched against the ebb. The boatman looked away, oblivious to the cogent sea.
I watched his peace, his oblivion amid rough waters, underneath this hollow of a rock shaped by waves over centuries. My daughter clutched her tiny toddler arms around my neck, and I shut my eyes and hear the call that beckons boatmen, the calm in strong tides.