I adore black and white photography. There is such an innocence to it that covers all of the colorful flaws of a colored image. The asymmetrical line that is created in this image by the boats sail and water reflection is what caught my eye.
He was still recovering, more mentally than physically. The shadow had left some damage. The past month we have been working together that heal, but now, at this exact moment, it felt like we were back at the island. I reached for him and stroked his cheek, glad he didn't wake up. Nathan hadn't sleep since the 9th, which was 4 days ago. I leaned my head on to his chest and quickly but quietly fell asleep.