Friday, February 22, 2008
On Wanting To Sail Again
I miss sailing.
I miss the sea.
I miss looking up at a night sky which Singapore can never provide.
I miss just standing out on the bridge wing and seeing the Milky Way above my head -
no doubt I'll feel humbled and insignificant but when I see the wheel I'm steering in my hands (like I'm navigating the only moving thing in that vast expanse of water),
I feel so alive and powerful,
amazingly free,
and the wind, so cool and fresh in my face, is an agreement to my thoughts.
Everywhere else is silent on the bridge but I'm on fire.
9:57 PM
