Sunday, March 1, 2009

Smashbox Or Maekup Forvever?

Wed 1 - Coastal Cruises

Harmony of daybreak, sunrise sweet and promising pleasure of a first meal shared with the appetite of miles to run soon, last look at the weather forecast in the quest for certainty for the next few hours, preparations for the crew, first round motor and the bow that already cuts through the smooth water of the harbor. The veil

fasseye, then swells, new momentum in a first edge, discovery of the coastal landscape, momentary discomfort of the bridge that eludes the rhythm of body roll, or shaking under the blows of pitching, the embrunt you whip your face, small snacks eaten in the cockpit, tower bars and towers nap and already the promise of a new berth, the ship that picks up, the wave subsides, the latest maneuvers before the quiet of night, shared an appetizer, the smells caressing future meals, discussions in the square finally stable, like a little refuge, reading, music ... in anticipation of a promising sleep, night restorative rustling chop against the hull, self-surrender, sleep cycle before a day, a new cycle of life ....

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