Photo: Marahau (Windy Gardens), at high tide, this marsh is submerged. At low tide, a small stream of water makes its way through the wild grass to reach the mother.

When I saw this stream of water winding its way through the weeds, I immediately thought to myself that it looked like my life, which has never followed a straight line,  has often been submerged, but has continued its way  always looking at the sea.

*as always, inspired by the work of Edouard Levé