A lonely ship drifts on a still, smooth sea under gray heavens. It’s been months since they left port and weeks since the wind left them. The heartiest of sailors aboard can feel the crushing weight of endless water and skies as far as the eye can see. Land and life feel a lifetime away; the maddening quiet is only broken by the creaks of the heavy timber beams that separate the men inside from the vast wine-dark sea below. The captain spends his days pacing his cabin, unsure of how to settle his own nerves or the nerves of his restless crew.
Tuesday Thoughts 9/20: The Wind Began to Howl
