story in progress
…in the sea and I floated and the wind took me somewhere, I didn’t know where, but I felt its power motivating me across a great distance. This great ocean. And I felt that the ocean was existence, and that I was floating on top of it, and I looked down when the sun shone a radiance that opened up the crystal depths to me, and showed the life and drama and colour and movement of this world like a spotlight.
And I imagined the places that maybe I’d reach were I heading in this way or that. Glorious beaches on deserted islands, or cosmopolitan far-off cities, or arrive at the shore of the Easter Isle and be greeted with sombre stone faces.