Sun gold drips through green tipped fingers. Autumn whispers in falling leaves. Creaking boughs a carpet weave. Listen to the forest breathe. Sophia says go out and play, follow your imagination, whatever you can imagine is enough for the day.
The companionship of like-minded beings, managing ropes, sails, decks, cleaning, maintaining, eating, sleeping, learning, contained in a vessel of awesome proportions. Half-way up the mast, the view is changed, the deck below much smaller than it seemed. Half-way up the mast, sea, sky, wind, a single mind, a new perspective. Photo courtesy of Richard Sibley … More Half-way Up The Mast