Today we rented a boat tour and went out on Lake Skadar in Montenegro. I felt the closest and the furthest away from my father since he first passed away.
Close to him because he would have loved this place. Countless birds on the water and in the air. Mountains and lily pads, blue waters and blue skies. Peace and tranquility.
Far away because he isn't here to share it with me. To name all the birds we saw or tell me random facts about the lake once I got back to the UK or the next time we spoke on the phone.