Two years in a new apartment, staring out at blank walls and neighbor’s windows and within an eight minute walk to the sea.
One morning I decided to watch the sunrise and then another and another at Plage du Port, Antibes, France.
A year and a half later, I’ve watched the sun break the horizon from the far left over St. Jean-Cap-Ferrat in June to the far right towards Cap d’Antibes in December.
No two are ever the same.