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The Bay of Kotor

Not long after sunrise Jupiter entered the Bay of Kotor. Shrouded in our coats, we stepped onto the deserted deck and into a world of misty bird song. The ship hummed gently as it parted the shot silk water, rolling the blue-grey surface smoothly back to either side. We didn’t speak. Our movements slow and silent, we made our way to the stern where small islands were being swallowed by the gauzy wisps that followed in our wake.  

Peaks rose steeply around us in shades of dark olive, hunter, and moss green. Brighter for the new growth, darker for the occasional pine, and almost brown for those trees yet to add their spring foliage. A road followed the shoreline, pale in the ashen light, and deserted. Strewn along it like weathered driftwood were clusters of small ecru houses, russet roofed, still sleeping. And all the while the air dripped with the constant chittering of avian voices.

We sailed through clouds and between clouds. They separated us from the landscape, then drew aside to show towering slopes in the distance, or sudden villages close by. They hovered mid-hillside and glided through the trees, concealing and revealing each outline while passing between them. They cloaked the hilltops, draped themselves, suspended, around rocky shoulders then forested feet, an enfolding veil in gossamer shades of grey.