March 13, 2014
Waves rolling in and out. I'm not in control. Floating on my back with my limbs outstretched would alert me to the cliffs ahead. There is no danger. I'm giving up control to the forces of nature around me. Just as the gull sails through the sky above, so will I, until I reach the barge. That's when my muscles tense, my expressions grow serious and my back aches as the day progresses. There will always be people walking down the cargo containers, full of nervous good cheer. But I just want to work and fall back into the waves.