May 17, 2020
Drafted, the sea roiling and forecast heavy, we were travelling at speed away from land even as the dawn was cracking the horizon open in front of us. Filled, the sails cracked like a whip and then billowed out and drew us forward strongly against the tide pulling to shore. It was as if we were ahead of everything as if we were riding the storm, taking on all demons, flying across the sea. And even as we looked ahead, we were thinking of the cliffs behind and the lighthouse falling behind that tied us to humanity and civilian life.