It’s been four days without the water, the waves preventing us from launching has left me hot and bothered. I need to feel that blue rush, the anticipation as the boat surges through the waves, the spray sharding past the bow with a life of its own.
The reef rustling below as the sun’s rays kaleidoscope down into the deep blue. I need that symphony crescendo as the wreck rises out of the shimmering cloud of fusiliers.
I need Le Grande Bleu.
Jackal Jackpot
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It is dawn at Bowila Wetland.
The rain falls with quiet persistence, turning reeds into silver threads.
Birdsong is muted; the air heavy; the world half...
5 days ago
1 comment:
oh i like how you've expressed this. I get a similar high from books and almost physical withdrawal symptoms, and i am always curious about what gives people that rush ;)
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