Nothing makes me feel as free as when I am gliding over the water with the wind stroking my hair and face.
On the ocean I am free. I belong, without past or future, only to the present moment. It doesn’t care who I am or what I did. It only seduces me with its rhythm and beauty and promise of adventure.
There are endless possibilities just across that great blue expanse where liquid mountain ranges form with white foamy tops, where hellish winds can carry you to far away lands.