Crossing the Sea of Japan, the boat slowly
rocks. Outside dark waves crash against the
ship's hull; then avalanche back out; snow
white, soaring over incoming surges;
subsiding back into darkness.
The moon is close to full. Chusok, 2 nights
ago, was the actual full moon. Tonight its
harvest tinge still shows as it sits above a cloud, centered,
as if placed there; a pumpkin lamp on a cloudy
shelf, emitting sparkling motion across the
water.
The moon appears close enough to touch, but remains
out of rach, undisturbed; one of nature's
masterpieces. A warm wind blowing my hair
back, carresses my body and moves me inside. Its strength takes me at a steady, gentle pace toward my
destination. It's spirit lifting me now and
then, that I might dance over the waves and
feel the tingling ocean spray on my skin.
Csssshhhhh!!!...the waves are transformed on impact
into brilliant whiteness, then thrust
outward over the darkness to seek new adventure.
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