Leaving your home is always hard to do but when it’s done, and when you are out of your sweet cushioned comfort zone, you become alive.
Hearing, and yet barely seeing your surroundings. Leaning on the sense of touch-less-sight. Te salt infused air, brushes by your face as you stream through the sea, while sails shake with unnerving thumps. Splashes off the bow bring a basefull sound to a baltic night. As time sways and the sun begins to rise, reds, yellows, life and light enlight my vision. Leaving a sense of lust for the lonesome, absorbing the present and relinquishing the lost.
When you make a decision, you run a fine line dividing getting nothing and getting everything, you never land in between. And when making the decision, you have to follow your heart, or your gut, whichever hurts more….