Sailing towards the night

sailing to the night

sailing towards the night

It’s Friday, a beautiful evening here. The sun is setting through the quilt with burning flares, allowing shafts of light to fan out along the edge of the horizon. Shades of pink and purple fill the sky right down to the distant edge.

We hobby horse over swells and leave the blazing pink astern in our wake. We are sailing towards the night with its darkening sea riding under us, oblivious of our mission and use of its highway and generous wind. There is no toll on this fairway, no keeper, but the power of its energy fills my soul and takes me in the direction of home where my heart is. Love you Marylou.

 

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