Sometimes I stand and look at the stars: I’m in the past.
It’s night, and I’m on watch.
The autopilot is steering the boat.
I’m in the middle of the Bay of Biscay.
I look around for lights …. a fisherman, a bright ferry, a vessel restricted in it’s ability to manoeuvre;
There are none.
I watch the stars and listen to stirring music playing through my headphones.
A shooting star, a sound that might be a dolphin playing in the wake.
I pop down into the galley and boil the kettle …… tea, coffee or a cup-a-soup?
I snatch a choccy bar and go back to the cockpit.
A 360Ëš scan to see if anything has changed.
All is well.
Oh. It’s time to change the watch –
Perhaps I’ll do another hour and let them sleep.
Bliss.
.
That is a special place to be. I’d love to go down to the sea again… Just not in the winter. Lo,TG Ed
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