Day 779, wind.Day's pictures, Poetry
The raw movement pushing luring
forwards to an ever changing willing movement
with a distance far away.
Day 630, Sailboat escape.Day's pictures
This is a spot where I sometimes eat my lunch. In the winter there is not so much change, besides the coming and going of the snow, but in the summer, you can see sailboats from all over the world. I find a small sailboat with a couple of people on board that sail the world endlessly intriguing. It’s like a little capsule where you can go in and literally sail away from the world into your own. It is a long-time dream of mine to do that to, and one day I will. But for now it’s just watching the harbor and eating my sandwiches.