Belly of the Whale

Wow.
Time is nearly at an end. The sailing is happening. The travel is happening. The boat is responding.
I can see the end, changed though it is; it is time. I feel good, good and ready. I can do this. The boat is becoming my friend.

Did I mention I wasn't going to Hawaii??
I am going to the Marquesas in the SOuth Pacific instead. Much better I think. But I have to hurry.
My god I feel great!

(Carmel, are you reading???? Come along!Come along!)


Should I mention I met an amazing girl - but I don't even really know her yet. But she knows how to smile, to dance, and she has deep eyes. What else matters?