Mediterranean

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

At the calmest shore I've ever met, with waves that hugged their sand, there I found much of me left. A place to which I can return, when my times nears its close, finding a piece of this earth, for me to call home. Not the final End I seek, merely the most fitting soil and state, that a nomad could perceive. And so, like the drop of rain forming in its cloud, more of Tomorrow shapes itself, as easily as that drop finds its ground.