Wave and Whirlwind

When aboard a large yacht, blanketed by a cold black night and reaching in a steady wind at near hull speed, it feels as if one is flying through space and not floating upon a living sea. The illusion exhilarates, impassions, and inspires. At such times, there is little said among shipmates, the bond of camaraderie being born without saying, and on such nights, a sailor may feel like a solitary and insignificant fleck of earthbound stardust beneath the infinite stars that fill the blue-black sky, which spreads from horizon to horizon.

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