it is hard to explain how much joy i have discovered sailing on the surface of the deep searching, almost desperately, for a gale, a situation that finds the majority of people sick and in search of an exit. it is while enclosed, confronted by this terror that i find a moments respite from my lackluster and forlorn life even in the midst of the angry wind which whistles screamingly by the ear, terrifying and overwhelming the senses, not from the sound solely, but from the movement of the water whipped up by its agitating force --an unsettling ride, where the smallest waves top out higher than a person stands. i miss it, acutely, even as i write down these tame observations.
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