No milestones.
No incidents.
No visitors.
No fish
No change!
Am I repeating an old blog or are the days repeating themselves?
We did have one moment of excitement. We sighted a large boat about 2 miles away. John took a photo and zoomed in to see what sort of boat it was. It looked like an old rusty fishing boat. Within an hour we lost sight of it.
The wind has been the same for days so the waves are the same height, same choppiness, same direction, same amount of white crests, same color but still ever changing. If you look closer you’ll see smaller waves on top of the waves and then tiny waves on top of the smaller waves and teeny weeny waves on top of the tiny waves and so on. Like a fractile. I sometimes stare at the sky and clouds too. Finding shapes in the clouds. A boot, a witch, a wobbly wedding cake. Its amazing how many different faces you can see in the clouds. Sometimes all sorts of strange thoughts and ideas enters my mind as I stare out, mesmerized by the sea and sky. At other times my mind goes vacant, and an hour goes by without notice.
There’s a song we hear often on our player by the artist Seal. One line in the chorus really relates to me.
“You’ll never gonna survive unless you’re a little crazy”
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