The beauty was there. I saw lots of different blue colours. The sky became darker, the sea showed light blueness. When surface changed into vivid colour, then a day started. It repeated during three nights. I could not paint. The beauty existed intact. I did try, but I failed. I tried because I needed something to concentrate, but again I was not satisfied. I walked. I walked everyday while staying in the island. I needed to move, and I wanted to see the landscape. There was reflection between my eyes and sunshine, water and sunlight. It was a lucid moment. I cooked in the evening to solve my hunger. I sporadically read books. I could not follow plot. I read words. I saw I was waiting the boat to come back to the town.