I enjoy watching the water rush by the boat as the wind fills our sails we just seem to be flying. If I’m in front of the boat, on the foredeck, the waves at the bow are always fun. If in the cockpit, it’s fun to hang over the aft rail and stare at the water whooshing by so quickly.
Category Archives: sailing
Dry Me and Soggy David
Some guys bring their wives flowers or surprise them with a night on the town. This is my perfectly sweet gift: David tending the helm in the cold drizzle while I stay warm and toasty inside the charthouse. He knows the way to my heart, for sure.
Song of the Sea
Found myself humming Dan Fogelberg’s Song of the Sea. The subconscious is saying it might be time to go wandering again.
Broken clouds along the blue horizon
The sun is setting and the wind is dying down
Outward bound, there is music all around
Can you hear it, it’s the, the song of the sea?
Soundings taken at the edge of darkness
The widest silences the heart can ever hear
You can steer to the stars along your lee
Set your bearings to the, the song of the sea
Oh, and the song is as ancient as the days
And the winds upon the waves
Let it carry you away, so far away
(Aaa)
Trim my sails to greet the breakin’ morning
Past the headlands to the rolling open sea
An’ it comes to me, I have never felt so free
As when I’m listening to the, the song of the sea
Oh and the song is as ancient as the days
And the winds upon the waves
Let it carry me away, so far away
Some were meant to watch the world from windows
And never look beyond the road beneath their feet
But for me, I was always meant to be
One forever chasing the song of the sea
The song of the sea
