Life by the sea is life with the wind. Wherever you go, he follows you - blows in the back, plays with weathervanes and takes away small items. His homeland is far, unshakable and unknown. Some girls are like the wind: they burst into the house suddenly and suddenly disappear, not allowing themselves to find out where they are. They leave a salty sea smell, the smell of dried herbs and warm sadness, as if you have lost something worthwhile and the separation will be long.