Musings of a Fish: From engineer to mother in a foreign land,I navigate life's uncharted currents. If I were a fish swimming upstream, how would I find my second migration? The sea calls like a tangible dream.An Undefined Journey: Has the fish found the sea?Through motherhood's nurture and life's storms, I journey toward dawn's warm glow. Dreams of the Azure: The seeker becomes the sea.Through my lens, I find poetic expression. My mother first showed me the ocean—I ran into the waves, fully clothed, heart bursting with joy. In French, "mer" (sea) and "mère" (mother) sound identical.