remembrance of a day past

we surf waves' crests and valleys, up and down we glide!
moist-green veil shrouds and comforts in a breathless ride!

full sails' pale breasts, sun-glittered mast,

they are memory of a today's past.

the sand-bar point can't frighten us,

it's too, remembrance of today's past.

rest now my friend and dearest lover,

green park has brought us feelings again all over.

in air floats sweet smell of the surf,

a fly breaks peace and strikes my nerve.

Zion Beach

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Epiphany - living the dream

Epiphany is one of these interesting words that can mean so much. For me it means the crossroad where I chose the road less travelled. The road less travelled is less smooth, harder to travel, so you cannot carry all your baggage with you. But it is a road the it more interesting, pictoresque and romantic. Sometime this road feels lonely, but then you meet a friend along that lonely path.

Today I heard a saying: a power boater laughing at the slow sailboat about not getting anywhere fast, the captain answered, "But dear, I am already there!" I am living a dream, and I choose my path daily to live that dream, I will not have any other way.

Sailing FairWinds

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Sailing FairWinds

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