摘要
THE beauty of tranquility and desolation surrounds all on this grey, still morning. I float alone in a small boat downriver. The rocks and the water are covered with a layer of white fog. The waves surge forward, then gently withdraw as they wash upon the rocks. My small boat gently rocks up and down in the water like a seagull. The sea, covered with thick fog, emerges in a boring air of depression. It seems as though
