Thursday, December 24, 2009

Landfall.



                                                                             Landfall.
Merry Christmas.
Here is a memory of our Pacific voyages in Shiriri. The moment when the squall drifts off, the sky clears and land can be faintly seen ahead is a high like no other, especially if the crossing has been a nasty one. We are going to live after all, we feel, and then immediately snap our tired minds back into focus for the tricky bit of winding through the reefs that stand between us and a safe harbour. At the time we think that the safe harbour is the ultimate goal but in the end it is this moment in the midst of life with all its dangers that will remain most vividly in memory.

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