Where the sky opens into traces of blue, and the clouds travel, aimlessly and without a trunk, emerging from the water, serene islets, of earth and moss, full of secrets. A distant sailboat, silhouetted in the sea, seems to be looking for a place to anchor, perhaps a cove of golden sand, or the echo of a dream in the salty breeze. The water reflects the descending light, in gentle waves spread by the wind, and the sun on the peaks draws a golden hue, a moment of peace, newly found. Montalban, far away, the mind calms, before this vision so pure and complete, a picture of calm, of earth and sky, a moment of magic, a sweet longing.