somewhere beyond the sea

embarking on the ferry sunday evening was much more apt than i expected it to be. i think i had forgotten the nature of boat travel. It is not a rushed afair, and in fact it forces you to process things in a way other kinds of travel have not made me encounter before.

standing on the deck, lapping up the most gorgeous sunshine, and left somewhat helplessly to be pulled away from the solid ground i had come from only moments before. Left to reflect, thank and ponder the memories and people it has come to represent for me, and look on as the horizon diminishes, slowly but surely, into one long continous line.

And then, without even realising until i had already made the step, i could no longer look out onto the horizon and the stillness and the motion of the waves and i began to turn away, inch by inch. Away. And little by little, towards the direction the boat was heading, although as yet unrevealed and very very distant, directing nonetheless, and with no means of stopping!

embarking indeed, and i better get used to moving forward, at least until the pull of solid ground lures me back.