Brief Reflection -Zac Cotronakis

The air is still cool as the sun first peeks out from beneath the veil of the ocean. The stiff breeze combs the tall grass that lines the shore toward the south.

Just as the sun lowered and vanquished its golden stripes before Nescio, she rises from the Atlantic and repaints the sky with warmth. She serves as the battery of nature, the facilitator of life. We’ve all spend countless days frolicking in her glory and living in her warmth.

The ocean is calm as the sun rises from its ranks. Like Bavink, I feel that the Ocean wants something in return. He says that it sounds melancholy, but I disagree. Perhaps this is due to the days spent with loved ones complemented by the sound of crashing waves in the background. The sound is welcoming. The sound represents home, where nothing can hurt us. Like Amsterdam, a feeling of ephemeral immortality.

Just as the four of them sat in the sand at Zandvoort, I sit and watch the sun from the coast of Florida. My sun is rising, their sun is falling, yet God repeats himself nonetheless. The sun shines on our faces and paints the sky with gold.


2 thoughts on “Brief Reflection -Zac Cotronakis

  1. I like the straight-on view of the boardwalk/pagoda jutting out into the space of the water, floating above it and putting you (or us as imagined viewer) right into the middle of the landscape.


  2. The ocean is mentioned multiple times in “Young Titans”. It is always associated with the waves and the sun. The oceanside scenery you portrayed is beautiful and shares many commonalities with Nescio’s description, because the landscape is made up of natural domains that are omnipresent. These natural domains are endless and guide the motion of all things.
    You mentioned that the ocean wanted something in return, it makes me wonder about the kind of return the ocean wanted. The return may be spiritual, something that is intangible but full of power as the love from home. On the other hand, the unknown longing of the ocean may produce a sense of melancholy as felt by Bavink. The melancholy itself came from the unknown and thoughts generated by the ocean.


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